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SCOTS SONGS 



THE GLEN COLLECTION 
OF SCOTTISH MUSIC 
Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles- 
Brise to the National Library of Scotland, 
in memory of her brother, Major Lord 
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch, 
killed in action in France in 1914. 
2Qth January 1927. 



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ANCIENT and MODER^ 

SCOTTISH SONGS, 

HEROIC BALLADS, 



ETC 



IN TWO VOLUME S.'- 
V L U M E the S E C O N D. 



The garb our Mufes wore informer years. 

Hamilton. 




EDINBURGH: 
Printed by John WotherspookX 

FOR 

j>M£S Dickson and Charles. Elljq;- 
M. D C C LXX VI, 



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ANCIENT and MODERN . 

SCOTTISH SONGS, 
HEROIC BALLADS, 

ETC. 

COLLECTED PROM 
'MEMORY,. 'TRAD IT I O N„ 

and 

ANCIENT AUTHORS. 

THE SECOND EDITION. 

IN TWO VOLUMES. 

VOLUME the SECOND, 



EDINBURGH: 

Printed by John Wotberspoon> 

for 

James Dickson and Charles Elliot* 

MDCCLXXVI, 



F R A G M E n r s 



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SENTIMENTAL 



AND 



LOVE SONGS, 



To its own Tune* 

O W can I be blyth or* glad, 
Or in my mind contented be, 
When the bonny bonny lad that I loed feefh 
Is banifh'd from my company. 



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Though he is banifh'd for my fake, 
I his true love will ftill remain ; 

But O that I was, and I wifh I was 

In the chamber where my true love is in, 

5 dare nae come to my true love, 
I dare nae either fport or play, 

For their evil evil tongues are going fo gell ? 
That I muft kifs and go my way. 

Killing is bat a foolifh fancy, 

It brings two lovers into fin ; 
Cut O that I was, and I wifh I was 

In the chamber where my love is in, 
Vol. II. A 



I SCOTS SONGS, 

My true love is ftraight and tall, 

I had-nae will to -fay him nae, 
For with his falfe, but fweet deluding tongue, 

He ftole my very heart .away. 



The Lowlands of Holland. 

'"1\ ffY love has built a bonny fhjp, and fet her on the Tea, 
JtT-L With feven fcore good mariners to bear her company ; 
"There's three fcore is funk, and threefcore dead at fea, 
And the lowlands of Holland has twin'd my love and me. 

My love he built another {hip, and fet her on the main, 
And nane but twenty' mariners for to bring her hame, 
But the weary wind began to rife, and the fea began to rout, 
My love then and his bonny fhip turn'd witherfhins about.' 

There mall neither coif come on my head, nor comb come 

in my hair ; 
There mall neither coal nor candle light mine hi my 

bower mair, 
Nor will I love another one, until the day I die, 
For I never lov'd a love but one, and he's drown'd in 

the fea. . . . 

O had your tongue my daughter dear, be fbill and be 

content, 
There are mair lads in Galloway, ye need nae fair lament ; 
O ! there is nane in Galloway, there's nane at a' for me, 
For I never lov'd a-love but ane ? and he's drown'd in 

£he Fea. 



SCOTS S O N G & 

Lizae Bail lie. 

LIzAz Baillie's to Gartartan gane, 
To fee her fifler Je a n j 
And there fhe's met wi' Duncan Grime ; 
And he's convoy'd her hame. 

11 My bonny Lizae BAillie, 

I'll row ye in my plaldie, 
And ye maun gang alang wi' me, 

And be a Highland lady." 

il I am fure they wad nae ca' me wffe$< 

Gin I wad gang wi' you, Sir; 
Tor I can neither card nor fpin, 

Nor yet milk ewe. or cow, Sir." 

u My bonny Lizae Baillie, 
Let nane o' thefe things daunt ye } 

Ye'll hae nae need to card or fpin, 
Your mither weel can want ye." 

Now (he's call afF her bonny fhoen, 

Made 'o' the gilded leather, 
And fhe's put oirher highland brogues^'- 

To ikip amang the heather : 

And file's caft afF her bonny gcwn^ 

Made o' the filk and fattin, 
And file's put on a tartan plaid, 

To row amang the braken. 

She wad nae hae a Lawland laird, 

Nor be an Englifh lady ; 
But fhe wad gang wi' Dunca*n Gr£ME-. 

And row her in his plaidie. 

A. .3 



4 SCOTS SONGS;. 

She was nae ten miles frae the town, 

When ftie began to weary ; 
She aften looked back, and faid, 

** Farewell to Caftlecarry. 

" The firft place I faw my Duncan Crime 

Was near yon holland bufh. 
My father took frae me my rings, 

My rings but and my purfe, 

" But I wad nae gie my Duncan Grime 

For a' my father's land, 
Though it were ten times ten times mair., 

And a' at my command. ' ? 



Now wae be to you, loggerheads, 
That dwell near Caftlecarry, 

To let awa fie a bonny lafs, 
A Highlandman tomarrjr, 



OGi n my love were yon red rofe, 
That grows upon the caftle wa' I 
And I myfell a drap of dew, 
Into her bonny breaft to fa? ! 

Oh, there beyond expreifidn bleft' 
I'd feaft on beauty a' the night | 

SealM on her iilk-faft. falds to reft, 
Till flyed awa by Phoebns. light, 



s c a T S S O N G ■ S. 5 

Love is the caufe of my mourning. 

BE n e a t h a green willow's fad ominous made 
A fimple fweet youth extended was laid : 
They afk'd what aiFd him, when fighing he faid ? > 
O love is the caufe of my mourning ! 

Long lov'd I a lady, fair, gentle, and gay, 
And thought myfelf loved for many a day $ 
But now flie is married, is married away, 

And love is the caufe of my mourning ? . 
*- * * % 
And when deck'd as a bride to the kirk me did goy 
With bride-men and maidens, with pomp and with £hov,< 
She fmil'd in appearance — flie fmiPd, but was .woe j. 

O love is the caufe of my mourning ! 
# ~ % # # * 
And when I had feen my love taken to bed, 
And when they all kifs'd the bridegroom and bride, 
Heavens ! thought I, and mull he then ly by her fide.? 

O love is the caufe of my mourning! 

Now dig me, companions, a grave dark and deep ? 
Lay a {lone at my head and a turf at my feet, 
And O I'll ly down, and I'll take a long.fieep, 
Nor w T ake for ever and ever ! 



*• # * # 

GOOD 'morrow, fair, miftrefs, the beginner of ftrife, 
I took ye frae the- begging, and made ye my wife .2 
It was your fair outfide that firfl took my ee, 
But this fail be the laft time my face ye fall' fee*: 
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6 SCOTS SO N g s; 

Fye on ye, ill woman, the bringer o 3 fhame, 
The abufer o' love, the difgrace o' my name ; 
The betrayer or him that fo trufted in thee : 
But this is the laft time my face ye fall fee. 

To the ground (hall be razed thefe halls and thefe bowery 

DefilM by your lufts and your wanton amours : 

I'll find out a lady of higher degree,- 

And this is the laft time my face ye fall fee. 



FALSE luve ! and hae ze played me this^. 
In the fimmer 'mid the flowers ? 
I fall repay ze back again, % 

In the winter 'mid the fhowers. 

Sot again, dear luve, and again, dear luve ? 

Will ze not turn again? 
As ze look to ither women^. 

Shall I to ither men. 



OM Y bojmy, Bonny May, 
Will ye not rue upon me | 
A found, found fleep Til never ge%. 
Uatii I lye ayont ths§., 



SCOTS SO NGS, 

Fll' gie ze four-and-twenty glide milk \cj*e r 

Were a ? caft in ae year, May; 
And a bonnie bull to gang them by, 

That blude-red is his hair, May, 

I hae nae houfes, I hae nae land,. 

I hae nae gowd or fee, Sir j 
I am o'er low to be your, bryde, 

Zour lown I'll never be, Sir. 



X-.ND- OF ?Al'T'$EeOED>, 



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SCOTS SONGS 



PART THIRD. 



C M I C 

A N D 

HUMOROUS SONGS. 



SCOTS SONG % 

PART THIRD. 

COMIC 

AND 

HUMOROUS SONG S. 



Apron. Deary. 

* r f *1 WAS early in the morning a morning of May, 
A foldier and a laffie was wanking aftray ; 
Clofe down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow? 
I heard the lafs cry, My apron now, 
My apron, deary, my apron now, 
My belly bears up my apron now, 
But I being a young tiling, was eafy to woo, 
Which maks me cry out, My apron now. 

O had I ta'en counfel o' father or mother, 

Or had I advifed \vP fitter or brother, 
-But I being a young thing, and eafy to woo, 

It makes me cry out, My apron now, 
My apron, deary, &c. 

Your apron, deary, I muft confefs, 

Seems fomething the (hotter, tho' naething the hits } 



12 SCOT.S SONG S. 

Then had your tongue, deary, and I will prove tru'e 5 
And nae mair cry Out, Your apron now. 

Your apron deary, <bc Your belly, <&c. 

Then had. your tongue, £r<r, 



Auld Rob Morris. 

M I T H E R. 

AULD 'Hob Morris -that wins in yon glen, 
He's the king of good fallows, and wale of auld men. 
Has fourfcore of black fheep, and fourfcore too j 
Auld Rob Morris is the man. ye maunlue. 

DOUCHTER. 

Had your tongne, mither, and let that abee, 
For ; his Vild and my eiid can never agree : 
They'll never agree, and that will be feen ; 
For he is fourfcore, and I'm but fifteen. 

MITHER. 

Had yoiu tongue, doughter, and lay by your pride, 
For he's be the bridegroom, and ye's be the bride : 
He (hall ly by your fide, and kifs ye too ; 
Auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lue. 

D O V C H T E R. 

Auld Rob Morris I ken him fou weel, 
His a — flicks out like ony peet- creel, 
He's out-fhin'd, in-knee'd, and ringle-eye'd too j 
Aulci Rob Morris is the man I'll ne'er lue, 



SCOTS SONGS. f 3 

M I T H E R. 

Tho' auld Rob Morris be an elderly man, 
Yet his auld brafs it will buy a new pan ; 
Then, donchter, ye fhoudna be Co ill to jhoo, 
For auld Rob Morris is the man ye maun lue. 

D O U C H T E R. 

But auld Rob Morris I never will hae, 

His back is fo fliff, and his beard is grown gray : 

I had titter die than live wi' him a year ; 

Sae mair of Rob Morris I never will hear. 



Auld Goodman. 

ATE in an evening forth I went, 
*— d A little before the fun ga'd down, 
And there I chanc'd by accident, 

To light on a battle new begun : 
A man and his wife was faen in a ftrife, 

I canna weel tell you how it began j 
But ay Ihe wail'd her wretched life, 

And cry'd ever, Alake, my auld goodman. 

H E. 

Thy auld goodman that thou tells of, 
The country kens where he was born^ 

Was but a filby poor vagabond, 
And ilka ane ieugh him to fcorn ; 

For he did fpend and mak an end 
Of gear that his forefathers wan, 
Vol. II, B 



SCOTS SONGS 



14 

He gart the poor ftand frae the door, 
Sae tell nae mair of thy auld goodman. 

she. 

My heart, alake, is liken to break, 

When I think on my winfome John, 
His blinken ee, and gait fae free, 

Was naethiiig like thee, thou dozen' d drone. 
His rofie face, and flaxen hair, 

And a fldn as white as ony fwan. 
Was large and tall, and comely withal. 

And tfcou'lt never be like my auld goodman. 

H E 

Why doit thou pleen? I thee maintain, 

For meal and mawt thou dima want; 
But thy wild bees I canna pleafe, 

Now when our gear 'gins to grow feant. 
Of houfehold fluff thou haft enough, 

Thou wants for neither pat nor pan ; 
Of ficklike ware he left thee bare, 

Sae tell nae mair o 1 thy auld goodman. 

SHE. 

Yes, I >may tell, and fret my fell, 

To think on thefe blyth days I had, 
When he and I together lay 

In arms into a weel made bed : 
But now I figh and may be fad, 

Thy courage is cauld, thy colour wan, 
Thou falds thy feet, and fa's afleep, 

And thoui't ne'er be like my auld goodman. 



SCOTS SONGS. 

Then coming was the night fae dark, 

And gane was a' the light o' day ; 
The carl was fear'd to mifs his mark, 

And therefore wad nae langer ftay. 
Then up he gat, and he ran his way, 

I trow the wife the day fhe wan. 
And ay the o'erword o' the fray 

Was ever, Alake, my auld goodman. 



Auld Sir Simon the King, 

SO m E fay that killing's a fin, 
But I fay that wirtna (land : 
It is a moft innocent thing, 

And allow'd by the laws of the land. 

If it were a tranfgreffion, 

The minifters it would reprove > 

But they, their elders and feffion, 
Can do it as weel as the lave. 

Its lang fmce it came in fafhion, 

I'm fure it will never be done, 
As Jang as there's in the nation,] 

A lad, lafs, wife, or a lown. 

What can I fay more to commend it ; 

Tho' I mould fpeak all my life ? 
Yet this will I fay in the end o't, 

Let cv'ry man kifs his ain wife. 

Let him kifs her, clap her, and dawt her,. 

And gie her benevolence due, 
And that will a thrifty wife mak her,. 

And fae I'll bid farewell to you. 



i6 SCOTS SON G & 



Auld Wife beyont the Fire, 

nn HERE was a wife won'd in a glen,. 
-*■ And fhe had dochters nine or ten, 
That fought the houfe baith butt and ben,. 
To find their mam a fniihing* 
The auld wife beyont the fire. 
The auld tuife a:iiefl the fire ^ 
The auld tuife aboon the- fire % 
She died for lack offrrffning #. 

Her mill into fome hole had fawn, 
Whatrecks, quoth fhe, let it be gawn, 
For I mann hae a young goodman 

Shall furniih me with fnifhing. 
The auld xuife, &c. 

Her eldeft dochter (aid right bauld, 
Fy, mother, mind that now ye're aiud^. 
And if ye with a younker wald, 

He'll wafte away your fniiliing. 
The auld wife, &c. 

The youngeft dochter gae a fliout, 
O mother dear ! your teeth's a' out,. 
Bcudes ha'f blind, yon hae the gout, 

Your mill can had nae miming. 
The auld zvife, &c. 

Ye lied, ye limmers, cries auld mump, 
For I hae baith a tooth and Hump, 

* Snifhing, in its literal meaning, is fnuffmade of tobacco; 
but in this long it means fomctimes contentment, a huibaacL 
love, money, &c, 



SCOTS SONGS. if 

And will nae langer live in dump, 
By wanting o' my fnifhing. 
Tlie auld wife, See. 

Thole ye, fays Fe g , that pauky flut y , 
Mother, if you can crack a nut, 
Then we will a' confent to it, 

That you fhall have a fnifhing. 

The auld wife, Sec. 

The auld ane did agree to. that,. 
And they a piftol-bullet gat ; 
She powerfully began to crack,. 

To win herfelf a fnifhing. 
The auld wife, &c 

Braw fport it was to fee her chow't, 
And 'tween her gums fae fqueeze and row% 
While frae her jaws the flaver flow't, 

And ay fhe curs'd poor ftumpy. 
The auld wife, &c. 

At laft fhe gae a defperate fqueeze, 

Which brak the' auld tooth by the neez r 

And fyne poor ftumpy was at eafe 3 
But fhe tint hopes of fnifhisg. 

The auldy wife, Sec- 
She of the talk began to tire, 

And frae her dochters did retire,- 

Syne lean'd her down ayort the firej. 
And died for lack of mifhing. 
The auld wife, &c. 

Ye auld wives, notice weel this tratffy. 
AjSTccn as ye're pan* mark cf mauthj. 
2 3 



iS S C O.T S SONGS. 

Ne'er do what's only fit for youth, 
And leave aff thoughts of fnifhing : 
EI ft like this wife bcyont the fire, 
Your bairns againft you xvill con ft ire I 
Nor will ye get, unlefs ye hire, 
A young man with your fnijhivg. 



Andro and his Cutty Gun. 

BLyte, blyth, *btytfa was fhe r 
Blyth was fhf butt and ben ; 
And weel fhe loo'd a Hawick giil, 
And leugh to. fee a tappit hen.' 
She took me in, and fet me down, 

And heght to keep me lawin-free $ 
But, cunning carlin that fhe was, 
She gart me birle my bawbie* 

We loo'd the liquor weel enough j 

But waes my &eaFt rny cafh was done* 
Before that I had quench'd my drowth,. 

And laith I was to paund my moon. 
When we had three times toomM our ftbup^ 

And the neift chappin new begun, 
Jn flirted, to heeze up our hope, 

Young And ro wi* his cutty gum 

The cariin brought her kebbuck ben, 
With girdle-cakes weel toafled brows 1 

Weel does the canny kimmer ken 
They gar the fcuds gae glibber down, 



SCOTS SONGS, 

We ea*d the bicker aft about ; 

Till dawning we ne'er jee'd our ban : 
And ay the cleareft drinker out, 

Was Andro vvi' his cutty gun. 

He did like ony mavis fmg, 

And as I in his oxter fat, 
He ca\l me ay his bonny thing,. 

And mony a fappy kifs I gat. 
I hae been eaft, I hae been weft,, 

I hae been far ayont the fun ; 
But the blytheft lad that e'er J faw> 

Was Andro wi' his cutty gun. 



Bagrie o't a 

WHen I think on this warld r s pelf, 
And how little I hae o*t to myfelf j 
I figh when I look on my thread-bare coat ? 
And fname fa* the gear and the bagrie o't. 

Johnny was the lad that held the plough, 

But now he has got goud and gear enough ; 

I weel mind the day when he was nae worth a groat^ 

And fha me fa*, &c* 

Jenny was the lafs that mucked the byre, 
But now flie goes in her filken attire ; 
And (he was a lafs who. wore a plaiden coat. 
And fliame fa*, &c* 



2o SCOTS S O N G SI 

Yet a' this (hall never danton me,. 

Sae lang's I keep my fancy free ; 

While I've but a penny to- pay t' other pot, 

May the d — 1 take the gear and the bagrie ot; 



Birks of Abergeldie*. 

I Thought it ance a lonefome 15fe ? , 
A lonefome life, a lonefome life, 
I thought it ance a lonefome life, 
To ly fae lang my lane, jo : 
But wha would not my cafe regret. ?. 
Since' I am curfed wi' a mate, 
What once I long'd for, now I hatef 
I'm ojrite another man, jo- 

When I was full out nineteen years, 
Out nineteen years, out nineteen years ? 
When I was full out nineteen years, 
I held nry head fu' high, jo j 
Then I refolv'd to tak a lafs,. 
Ne'er thought on what wad come to pafs 3 . 
Nor look'd in matrimony *s glafs, 
Till headlong down I came, jo.. 

Before the fatal marriage-day, 

So keen was I, fo keen was I,, 

I refted neither night nor day, 

But wander'd up and down, jo. 

To pleafe her I took meikle care, 

Ane wad hae thought I fought nae xnais^. 



SCOTS SONGS. 21 

•In the wide warkl to my fhare, 
But her wrapt in her gown, jo. 

My ain fma' flock did fcarce defray, 
Did fcarce defray, did fcarce defray, 
My ain fma v frock did fcarce defray, 
Half of the marriage -charge, jo ; 
For things belanging to a houfe, 
I gave till I left ne'er a^fouce ; 

but I'm turned wondYous doufe, 
And filler's nae fae large, jo. 

Her father, and her friends likewife, 
Her friends likewife, her friends likewife, 
Did had her out for fuch a prise, 
3 thought nae labour loft, jo. 

1 drefo\l myfel' from neck to heel, 
And a" 1 was for a gilded pill ; 
Now I would wifh the meikle deil 
Had her, and pay. the coft, jo. 

Her father fent a fhip to fea, 

A fhip to fea, a fhip to fea, • 

When it retains, quoth he to me, 

I'll pay you ilka plack, jo. 

The fervants grumble, good wife raves,. 

When hungry ftomach for them Craves, 

Now I am tauld by the auld knave, 

The fhip will ne'er came back, j©» 

Alack- a- day, what willl do, 
What will I do, what will I do ? 
Alack-a-day what will I do ? 
The honey -month is done, jo. 



22 SCOTS SONGS. 

My glitt'ring gold is all tura'd drofs, 
And filler fcarcely will be brafs. 
I've nothing but a bonny lafs, 
And fhe's quite out ©f tune, jo. 

Yet flie lays a' the blame on me, 
The blame on me, the blame on me, 
Says I brought her to mifery, 
This is a weary life, jo. 
I'd run to the wide warld's end, 
If I cou'd leave but her behind ; 
I'm out o' hopes fne'il ever mend - r 
She's prov'd a very wife^ jo. 

Now, bachelors, be wife in time, 
Be wife in time, be wife in time, 
Tho' {he's caM modeft, fair and fine,. 
And rich in goud and plate, jo*j 
Yet ye'U have caufe to curfe hard Fate, 
If once fhe catch you in her net 5 
Your blazing ftar will foon be fet ; 
Then look before you leap, jo. 



Bob of Dumblane. 

T Assie, lend me your braw hemp heckle,. 
-*-* And 111 lend you my ripling kame j 
For fainnefs, deary, I'll gar ye keckle, 

If ye'll go dance the Rob of Dumblane. 
Hafte ye gang to- the ground of your trunkies, 

Bufk ye braw, and dinna think, fhame ; 
Confider in time, if leading of monkies 

Be better than dancing the Bob of Dumblane; 



SCOTS SONG S. 22 

Be frank, my laflie, left I grow fickle, 

And tak my word and offer again, 
Syne ye may chance to repent it meikle 

Ye did not accept of the Bob of Dumblane, 
The dinner, the piper, and pneft mall be ready, 

For I'm grown dowie wi' lying my lane j 
Away then leave baith mirmy and dz.dy, 



Butter May. 

IN yonder town there wons aMAr, 
Snack and perfyte as can be ony, 
She is fae jimp, fae gamp, fae gay, 
Sae capornoytie, and fae bonny ; 
She has been woo'd and loo'd by mony, 

But fhe was very ill to win ; 
•She wadna hae him except he were bonny, _ 
Tho' he were ne'er fae noble of kia. 

Her bonnynefs has been forfeen, 

In ilka town baith far and near, 
And when fhe kirns her minny's kirn, 

She rubs her face till it grows clear j 
But when her minny did perceive 

Sic great inlack amang the butter, 
Shame fa' that filthy face of thine, 

'Tis creefh that gars your grunzie glitter. 
There's Dunkyfon, Davyfon, Robie Carneil, 
The lafs w? the petticot dances right weel. 
Sing Stidrum, Stoiuhrum, Suthrum Stonny, 
An ye dance ony mair we^fe tell Mefs Johny, 
Sing, &a 



24 SCOTS SONGS. 

Blythfome Bridal. 

Tp Y let us a 7 to the bridal, 
•*- For there will* be lilting there, 
For Jock's to be married to Maggie, 
The lafs wP the gnwden hair. 
And there will be langkail and porridge, 

And bannocks of barley-meal, 
And there will be good fawt herring. 
To relifh a cogue of good ale. 
Fy let us, &c. 

And there will be Sawney the fautar, 

And Will wi' the meikle mou : 
And there will be T a m the blutter, 

With Andrew the tinkler I trow ; 
And there will be bov/d-legged Rob ie, 

With thuinbiefs Katie's goodman ; 
And there will be blue-cheeked Do wb ie, 

And Lawrie the laird of the land. 
Fy let us, Sec. 

And there will be fowlibber Patie, 

And plucky-fac'd W a t i' tlf mill, 
Capper-nos'd Francie, afld Gibbie 

That wons in the how o' the hill ; 
And there will be Alaster S r e b i e, 

Wha in wi' black Bessy did mool, 
With fniviing Lilly, and Tibby, 

The lafs that Itands oft on the ftool. 
Fy let us, &c. 

And Madg e that was buckled to 3 T e n n i f f 
And coft him grey breeks to his arfe, 



SCOTS SONGS, _ 25 

Wlia after was liangit for dealing, 

Great mercy it happen'd nae warfe : 
■And there will i>e gieed Geordy JannerSj 

And Kirsh wi' the lily-white leg, 
Who gade to the fouth for manners, 

And bang'd up her wame in Monfmeg, 
Fy let us y &c. 

■And there will be J u d e n M e c l o ij r i e , 

And biinkin daft Barbara Macleg, 
Wi' flea-lugged marney-fac'd Lawrie, 

And fhangy-mou'd halucket Meg, 
And there will be happer-ars'd Nansy, 

And fairy-fac'd Flowrie by name, 
Muck M A d i e , and fat-hippet Gr i s y, _. 

The lafs wi' the gowden wame, 
Fy let us , &c. 

And there will be girn- again Gibby, 

Wi' his glaiket wife Jenny Bell, 
.And meafly-fhin'd Mungo M A c A p i e ? 

The lad that was fkipper himfel : 
There lads, and laiTes in pearlings, 

Will feaft V the heart of the ha', 
•On fybows, and rifarts, and cariings, 

That are baith fodden and raw. 
Fy let us, &c. 

And there will be fadges and brochen, 

With fouth of good gabbock of fkate, 
Powfowdie, and drammock, and crowdie ? 

And caller nowtfeet in a plate. 
And there will be partem and buckies^ 

And whytens and fpaldings enew ? 
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^ St O T-S SO 3&3GSk 

And fingit fheepheads, and a haggles, 
And fcadlips to Tup till ye fpue. 
Fy Jet us, Sec. 

And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbucks, . 

And fowens, and farles, and baps, 
With fwats, and well-fcraped paunches, 

And brandy infloups and in caps : 
And there will be mealkail and caftocks, 

And flunk to fup tilbye.rive.j 
And roafts to roaft on a brander 

Of flowks that were taken alive. 
Fy let us, &c. 

Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulfe and tangles, 

And a mill of good Tmfhing to prie ; 
When weary with eating and drinking, 
We'll rife up and dance till we die. 
Then fy let us a! to the bridal, 

For there will be lilting there, 
For j o c k 's to be married to Maggie, 
The lafs wi* the gowden hdi'n 



The Jolly Beggar. 

THERE' was a jolly beggar, and a begging he was 
bound, 
And he took up his quarters into a land' art town, 
.And we'll gang nae mair a roving 

Sae late into the night, 
And we'll gang nae mair a roving, boys, 

Let the moon jhine ne^erfae bright. 
And we* II gang nae mair a roving, 



SCOTS SONGS. 27 

H«" wad neither ly in barn, nor yet wad he in byre, 
But in ahint the ha' door, or elfe afore the fire. 
And' we'll gang nae mair, &c; 

The beggar's bed was made at e'en wi' good clean ftraw 

and hay, 
And in ahint the ha' door, and there the beggar lay. 

And we'll gang itae mair, &e. 
Up raife the goodman's dochter, and for to bar the door, 
And there flie faw the beggar ftandin i' the; floor. 

And we'll gang nae mair, &c. 

He took the laffie in his arms, and to the bed he ran,. 
O hooly, hooly wi' me, Sir, ye'U waken our goodman. 

And xvs'll gang- nae mair, &c. 

The beggar was a cunnm* loon, and ne'er a word he 

fpake, 
Until he got his turn done, fyne he began to crack. 
And vjd y ll ' g&zg nae mair\ &c. 

Is there ony dogs into this town ? Maiden, tell me true. 
And what wad ye do wi' them, my ninny and my dow ? 
And we'll gang nae mair y &c. 

They'll rive a' my mealpocks, and do me meikle wrang. 
O dool for the doing o't ! are ye the poor man ? 

And we'' 11 gang nae mair, &c. 

Then fhe took up the mealpocks and flang them o'er 

the wa r , 
The d — 1 gae wi' the mealpocks, my maidenhead and a*. 
And we" 11 gang nae mair, &c. 

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.28 SCOTS JON G S. 

I took ye for fome gentleman, at leafV the Laird of 

Bcodie 5 
O dool for the doing o't ! are ye the poor bodie ? 
And we r U gang nae mair^ &c. 

He took the laffie in his arms, and gae her kUTes three, 
And four- and- twenty hunder mark to pay the nurice-fee. 
And we'll gang nae mair, &c. 

He took a horn frae his fide, and blew baith loud and 

{hnlly 
And four- arid-twenty belted knights came Hupping o*er 

the hill. 
And we'll gang nae mair, &c. 

And he took out his little knife, loot a' his duddies fa% 
And he was the braweft gentleman that was amang 
them a'. 
And we'll gang nae mair, &c. 

The beggar was a cliver loon, and he lap fhoulder height,, 
O ay foe ftcken quarters as .!• gat yefternight. 
And we'll gang nae mair. &c. 



The Humble Beggar. 

IN Scotland there liv'd a humble beggar, 
He had. neither houfe, nor hald, nor hame,. 
But he was weel liked by ilka bodie, 
And they gae him funkets to rax his wame. 

A nivefow of meal, and handfow of groat^ 
A daad of a bannock or Herring-brie, 



SCOTS SONGS. 29 

Gauld parradge, or the lickings of plates, 
Wad mak him as blyth as a beggar could be. 

This beggar he was a humble beggar. 
The feint a bit of pride had he, 
He wad a ta'en his a'ms in a bikkeir 
Frae gentleman or poor oodie. 

His wallets ahint and afore did hang, 
In as good order as wallets could be ; 
A lang kail-gooly hang down by his fide, 
And a meikle nowt-horn to rout on had he, 

It happened ill, it happen'd warfe, 
It happen'd fae that he did die ; 
And wha do ye think was at his late-Wak^, 
But. lads and laffes of a high degree ? 

Some were blyth, and fome were fad.,.. 
And fome they play'd at blind Harrie j 
But fuddenly up-ftarted the auld carle,.. 
I redd you, good folks, tak tent o' me. 

Up gat Kate that fat i' the nook, 
Vow kimmer and how do ye ? 
Fp he gat and ca'd her limmer ? 
And ruggit and tuggit her cockernonie. 

They houkit his grave in Duket's kirk-yan.1, 
E'en fair fa' the. companie ; 
But when they were gaun.to lay him t* th* yird 7 
The feint a dead nor dead; was he. 

And when they brought him to Duket's kirk-yar^ 
He. dunted on the kilt, the boards did me 5 . ■• 

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3 o SCOTS S ONGS, 

And when they were garni to put him i' the yird^ 
In fell the> kift, and out lap he. 

He cry'd, Vm caki, I'm unco caki, ; 
Fu' fail ran the folk, and fa' fail ran he ; : 
But he was firft hanae at his ain ingle -fide, 
And he helped, to drink his airi dirgie; 



Country Lafs. 

ALT HO' I be but a country lafs 3 
Yet a lofty mind I bear — 3 
And think my fell as good, as thofe 

That rich apparel wear— O. 
Altho'' my gown be hame-fpun grey 3 

My fkin it i*"as foft — O, 
As them that fattin weeds do wear,„ 
And caiTy their heads aloft— G. 

What tho' I keep my father's fifieep?' 

The tiling thr^-muft be done — ? ' 
With garlands of the fineil flow'rs 

To fliade me frae the fun- — O, 
When they are feeding pleafantly, 

Whers graft and flowers do fpring— 0- ? 
Then on a flow'ry bank at noon, 

I fet me down and fmg- — O. 

My Paifley piggy cork'd with fag€ ? 

Contains my. drink but thin-^-O. 
No wines do. e'er my brain enrage^. 

£>r tempt- my mind to fin— -CX 



SCOTS S O N a S. 3 1 

My country curds and wooden fpoon 

I think them unco rfiae — © | 
And on a flowery bank at noon 

I fet me down and dine- — Q* 

Altho' my parents cannot raife 

Great bags of mining gold — O, . 
Like, them whpfe daughters now-a-days 

Like fwine are bought and. fold — O j. 
Yet .my fair body it fhall keep 

An honefl heart within — O, 
And for twice fifty thoufand. crowns 

I value not a pin — O. 

Lufe nae gums upon my hair,: 

Nor chains about my neck — Of. 
Nor mining rings upon niy hands, 

My fingers ftraight to deck— 0» 
But for that lad to me mall fa% 

And I have grace toiwed-r— O,. 
I'll keep a jewel worth them a% 

I mean my maidenheads — O. 

If canny Fortune give to me: 

The man. I dearly love — O, 
Tho r we want. gear I dinna care ?v 

My hands I can improve — O. 
Expetting for a bleffing {lili. 

Defcending from above — O,- 
Then we'll embrace audfweetly kiH ? . 

Repeating tales of love— Q* 



3Z SCOTS SON'G'$i 



Clout the Caldron^, 

HAV E you any pots or pans, 
Or any broken chandlers ? 
I am a tinker to my trade, 

And newly come frae Flanders^ 
As fcant of filler as of grace, . ' 

Difbanded, we've a bad run ;, 
Gar tell the lady of the place, . 
I'm come to clout her cauldron* 
Fa adrie, didle, didle y &c. 

Madam, if you have wark for me, 

I'll do't to your contentment^ 
And dinna care a fmgle me 

For any man's refentment;^ 
For lady fair, though I appear 

To ev'ry ane a tinker, 
Yet to yourfell I'mbauld, to tell,.. 

I am a gentle jinker. 

Fa adrie, didle, didk. &c. 

Love Jupiter into a fwan 

Turn'd for his lovely Led A j 
He like a bull o'er meadows ran, 

To carry aff Europa'.' 
Then may not T, as well as he* . 

To cheat your Argos blinker, 
And win your love like mighty Jo v E ? 

Thus hide me in a tinkler. 
Fa adrie, didle, didle, &o. 

Sir, ye appear a cunning man, 
But this fine plot you'll fail ic^ 






SCOTS SONGS. 33 

For there is neither pot nor pan 

Of mine you'll drive a nail in. 
Then bind your budget on your back,, 

And nails up in your apron, 
For I've a tinkler under tack F 

That's us'd to clout my caldron* 
Fa adrie, didle, didle, &c. 



Carle came o'er the Craft. 

THE carl he came o'er the craft, 
And his beard new fliaven, 
He look'd at me, as he'd been daft, 

The carle trows that I wad hae him. 
Howt awa, I winna hae him* 

Na, forfooth, I winna hae him t 
For a' his beard be new (haven, 
Ne'er a bit will I hae him* 

A filler broach he gae me nieft, 

To fallen on my curchea nooked^ 
I wor'd awi upon my breaft j 

But foon, alake ! the tongue o't crooked j. 
And fae may his, I winna hae him,. 

Na, forfooth, I winna hae him, 
Ane twice a bairn's a lafs's jeft, 

Sae ony fool for me may hae him. 

The carl has nae fault but ane ; 

For he has lands and dollars plenty j 
But wae's me for him ! fkin and bane 

Is no for a plump lafs of twenty. 



ZA SCOTS SONG- ! 

Howt awa, I winna hae him, 
Na, forfooth, I winna hae him!' 

What fignifies his- dirty riggs, 

And cafh, without a man w4' them* 

But (hou'd my canker'd dady gar 

Me tak him 'gainft my inclination, 
I warn the fumbler to beware, 

That- antlers dinna claim their ftatiom 
Howt awa, I winna hae him ! 

Na, forfooth, I winna hae him I 
I'm fleed to crack the haly band, 

Sae lawty fays, I ffioifd nae hae him. 



Caft away Care. 

CA R E , , away gae thou I rae me, 
For I am no fit match for tfiee> 
Thou bereaves me of my wits, 
Wherefore I hate thy frantic fits : 
Therefore I will caFe no moir, 
Since that in cares comes no refloir | , 
But I will fmg hey down a dee, 
And call doilt care away frae me* 

If I want, I care to get, 
The moir I have, the moir I fret j 
Love I much,- I care for moir, 
The moir I have I think I'm poor : 
Thus grief and care my mind opprefs, . 
Nor wealth nor wae gives no redrefs j 
Therefore V\\ care no moir in vain, 
Since. care. has cofl me meikle pain. 



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S COTS SO N CS. 35 

Is not this warld a flidd'ry ball ? 
And thinks men ftrange to catch a fall ! 
.Does not-the Tea baith ebb«and flow? 
And Fortunes but a painted mow 
Why fhou'd men take care or gri 
Since that by thefe comes no relief? 
-Some careful faw what carelefs reap, 
And waiters ware what niggarts fcrape. 

Well then, ay learn to knaw thyfelj^ 
And care not for this warldly pelf : 
Whether thy n ftate he great or fmail ? 
Give thanks to God whate'er befall. 
"Sae fall thou than ay live at eafe, 
No fudden grief fhall thee difpleafe': 
Then may'ft thou fing, hey down a dee, 
When thou haft caft all care frae thee. 



Cock Laird. 

ACOCK laird fou cadgie, 
With Jenny did meet. 
He haws'd her, he kifs'd her, 

And ca'd her his fweet. 
Wilt thou, gae alang 

Wi' me, Jenny, Jenny ■? 
Thoufe be. my ain lemmane, 
Jo Jenny, quoth he, 

'If I gang alang wi' ye, 

Ye mauna fail 
To feaft me with caddels 

And good hacket-kaii 



3 6 SCOTS SONG 



The deiPs in your nicety, 
Jenny, quath he, 

Mayna bannocks of bear-meal 
Be as good for thee. 

•And I maun hae pinners, 

With pearling fet round, 
A fkirt of puddy, 

And a waiftcoat of brown* 
Awa' with filk vanities, 

Jenny, quoth he, 
Tor kurchis and kirtles 

Are fitter for thee. 

My lairdfhip can yield me 

As meikle a year, 
As had us in pottage 

And good knockit beer : 
But having nae tenants, 

O Jenny, Jenny, 
To buy ought I ne'er have 

A penny, quoth he. 

The Borrowfloun merchants 

Will fell you on tick, 
For we maun hae braw things, 

Abeit -they foud break. 
When broken, frae care 

The fools are fet free, 
When we mak them lairds 

Jn the Abbey, quoth foe» 



SONGS. 37 



Dainty D A V I E. 

WHILE fops in 'fait Italian verfe, 
Ilk fair ane's een and bread rehearfe, 
"While fangs abound and fenfe is icarce, 

Tliefe lines I have indited: 
'But neither darts nor arrows here, 
"Ven u s nor Cu J> iT) mall appear, 
And yet with thefe fine founds 1 f\vear ; , 
The maidens are delighted. 
/ was ay telling you, 
Lucky N an s y , lucky N a n s y , 
Auld fprings wad cling the new? 
But ye xvad never trow me. 

Nor fnaw with crimfon will I mix, 
To fpread upon my lafiie's cheeks ; 
And fyne th' unmeaning name prefix, 

MlKANBA, ChLOE, or'pHILLIS. 

■I'll fetch nae fmiile frae Jove, 
My height of extafy to prove, 
ls T or fighing — thus — prefent my love, 
With rofes eke and lilies. 
/ was ay telling you, &c. 

But flay, — I had amaift forgot 
My miftrefs and my fang to boot, 
And that's an unco faut I wat ; 

But, N A n s y , 'tis nae matter. 

Ye fee I clink my verfe \vr rhyme, 

'And ken ye, that atones the crime j 

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3 S SCOTS SONGS. 

Torby, how fweet my numbers chyme, 
And flide away like water. 
/ was ay tellivg yoa, &c. 

'Now ken, my reverend fonfy fair, 
.Thy rankled cheeks and lyart hair, 
Thy half-ihut een and hodling air, , 

Are a' my paffion's fewel. 
Kae ikyring gowk, my dear, can fee, 
Or love, or grace, or heaven in thee ; 
Yet thou haft charms anew for me, 
Then fmile, and be na cruel. 
Leez me on thy fn airy poxv, 
Lucky Nancy, lucky N A n c y* , 
Dryefi wood will eithefi low, 
-And, Nancy, fae ivill ye now. 

Troth I have fang the fang to you, 
Which ne'er anither bard wad do ; 
Hear then my charitable vow, 

Dear venerable Nansy. 
But if the warld my paffion wrang, 
And fay ye only live in fang, 
"Ken I defpife a flandYing tongue, 
And ling to pleafe my fancy. 
Leez me on thy, &c. 



Druken Wife o' Gallowa. 

T"% O W N in yon meadow a couple did tarrie, 
%-&. Thegoodwife fhe drank naething but fack and Canary, 
The goodman complain- d to her friends right airly, 
Q.l jgin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly* 



SCOTS SONGS. 3$ 

Firft flie drank Crommy, and fyiie fhe drank Garie, 
And Cyne fhe drank my bonny grey marie, 
That carried me thro' the dubs and the lairie, 
/ gin, &c. 

She drank her hofe, fhe drank her fuoon, 
And fyne me drank her bonny new gown j 
She drank her fark that cover'd her rarely, 
0/ gin, &c. 

Wad (he drink her ain things, I wadna care, 
But fhe drinks my claiths I canna weel fparej 
When I'm wi' my goffips, it angers me fairly, 
! gin, &c. 

My Sunday's coat (lie has laid it a wad, 
The belt blue bonnet e'er was on my head : 
At kirk and at market Via cover'd but barely. 
! gin, &c. 

My bonny white mittens I wore on my hands, 
Wi' her neighbour's wife (he has laid them in pawns ; 
My bane-headed ftaif that I loo'd fo dearly. 
0! gin, &c. 

I never was for wrangling nor ftrife, 
Nor did I deny her the comforts of life, 
For when there's a war, I'm ay for a parley, 
0! gin, &c. 

When there's ony money, (he maun keep the purfe : 
If I feek but a bawbie, (hell fcold and fhe'll curfej 
She lives like a o^ieen, I f crimped and fparely, 
I gin, & c . 

D % 



4 q S C OTS S Q N G S~ 

A pint wi' her comers I wad her allow, 
But when fhe fits down, fhe gets herfel fu' ? 
And when .fhe is fn' Ihe is unco camjlarie. 
I gin, &c. 

When fhe comes to the ftreet, fhe roars and (he rantsv 
Has no fear of her neighbours, nor minds thehcufe wants j x 
She rants up fomefool fang, like, Up your heart, Charlie, 
0! gin, &c. 

When fhe comes hame, ihe lays on the lad3, 
The lanes fhe: ca's them baith b — '■ — s and j — s, 
And ca's myfeP ay ane auld cuckold carlie. 
J gin, See. 



For our lang Biding here. 

1I7HEN we came to London town, 

' * We dreamM of gowd in gowpens hen 
And rantingly ran up and dowzv 

TiT riling flocks to buy a fkair : 
W^e daftly thought to row in rowth r 

But for our daffin paid right dear ; 
The lave will fare the war in trouth, 

For our lang biding here. 

But when we fand our purfes toorn, 

And dainty ftocks began to fa', 
We hang, our lugs, and wi' a glooniy 

Girn'd at ftockjobbing ane and a'. 
If ye gang near the South- fea houfe, 

The Whiliywhas will grip your geary 
. ne a' the lave will fare the- war > 

T :r our lang biding here. 



SCOTS SONGS. 41 

For the fake of Somebody. 

FOR the fake of fomebody, 
For the fake of fomebody / 
I coifd wake a ivinter-nighi 
For the fake of fomebody. 
I am gawn to feek a wife, 

I am gawn to buy a plaidy ; 
I have three 'flane of woo ; 
Carling is thy doughter ready ? 
For the fake, &c. 

Betty, laffie, fay' t thy fell, 

Tho' thy dame be ill to moo, 
Firft we'll buckle, then we'll tell, 

Let her flyte and fyne come to : 
"What figoifies a mither's gloom, 

When love and kifies come in play ? 
Shou'd we wither in our bloom, 

And in firamer mak nae hay ? . 
For the fake, &c. 

SHE. 

Bonny lad, I carena by 

Tho' I try my luck wi' thee, 
Since ye are content to tye 

The ha'f-merk bridal-band wi' me j 
I'll flip hame and wafh my feet, 

And fteal on linens fair and clean, 
Syne at the trylting-place we'll meet, 

To do but what my dame has done* 
For the fake, 8cc. 

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42 SCOTS SONGS. 

H E, 

Now my lovely Betty gives 

Confent in Tick a heartfome gait, 
It me frae a' my care relieves, 

And doubts that gart me aft. look blate 3 
Then let us gang and get the grace 3 

For they that have an appetite 
Should eat, and lovers (hould embrace ; . 

If thefe be fau'ts, 'tis Nature's wyte. 
For the/ah. Sec. 



Fy gar rub her o'er wi' Strae, 

f^tK ye meet a bonny laffie, 

^-* ,,: Gi'e her a kifs and let her gae j 

But if ye meet a. dirty huffy, 

Fy gar rub her o*er wi' frrae, 
Be lure ye dinna quit the. grip 

Of ilka joy when ye are young s . 
Before auld age your vitals nip, 

And lay you twafald *£er a vung* 

Sweet youth's a blyth and heartfome time .3. 

Then, lads and laffes, while 'tis May > 
Gae pu' the gowan in its prime, 

Eefore it wither and decay. 
Watch the faft minutes of delyte, 

When Jenny fpeaks beneath her breath, 
And kiiTes, laying a' the wyte 

0,a you, if me kepp ony ikaith* 



SC O T S, S.OJGS. 43 

Haith ye're ill bred, (he'll, fmiling, fay, 

Ye'll worry me, ye greedy rook ; 
Syne frae your arms fhe'il r'm away, 

And hide herfsli in Co me dark nook. 
Her laugh will lead you to the place 

Where lyes the happinefi ye want, 
And plainly tell you to your face,. 

Nineteen nayfays are naff a grants. 

Now to her heaving bofom cling. 

And fweetly toolie for a kifs : 
Frae her fair finger whoop a ringj 

As taikea of a future bills*. 
Thefe bennifons, I'm very fursj. 

Are of the gods indulgent grant;- 
Then, fur.ly carles, whiih't, forbear 

To plague us wi' your whining^ cant. 



Fiat a crnm of thee ilie fa's. 

RETURN h'ameward, my heart, again,., 
And bide where thou wail wont to be, 
Thou art. a fool to fuffer paim. 

For love of ane that loves not thee fe- 
My heart, let be fick fantaile, 

Love only where thou haft good caufe | 
Since fcorn and liking ne'er agree^ 
The fint a crum of. thee (he fa's... 

To what effect fhou'd thou be thrall ? 
Be happy in thine 'am free- \v\\l y 



44 SCOTS SONGS. 

My heart, be never beftial, 

But ken wha does thee good or ill : 
And hame with me then tarry ftill, 

And fee wha can bed play their paws^. 
And let the filly fling her fill, 

For fint a cram of thee flie fa's. 

Tho' fhe be fair, I will not feinzie, 

She's of a kin wi' mony mae : 
Tor why ? they are a felon menzie 

That feemeth good, and are not fae. 
My heart, take neither Hurt or wae 

For Meg, for Marjory, or Mause j 
But be thou blyth, and let her gae, 

For fint a crum of thee fhe fa's. 

Remember how that Mede A 

Wild for a fight of J A s o n yied -, 
Remember 'how young Cre ssida 

Left Troilus for D i cm edej 
Remember Helen, as we read, 

Brought Troy from blifs unto bare wa y s i 
Then let her gae where fhe may fpeed, 

For fint a crum of thee fhe fa's. 

Becaufe fhe faid, I took it ill, 

For her- depart my heart was fair, 
But was beguil'd ; gae where fhe will, 

Befhrew the heart that firft takes care j 
But be thou merry, late and air, 

This is the final end and claufe, 
And let her feed and fooly fair, 

For fint a crum of thee fhe fa's, 



3 COTS S O 1ST G B. 45 

Ne ? er dunt again within my breaft, 

Ne'er let her (lights thy courage fpill, ■ 
Nor gie a fob, although fhe fneeft, 

She's faireft paid that gets her will. 
She geeks as gif I meant her ill, 

When Hie glaiks paughty in her braws 3 
Now let her fnirt and fyke her fill, 

For.fint.a crum of thee fhe fa's. 



Fee him, father, fee him. 

OSAW ye Joh-NY cumin, quo' fhe, 
Saw ye Jo h N y cumin ; 
faw ye John y cumin, quo' fhe, 

Saw ye J h n y cumin ; 
faw ye Jo h n y cumin, quo r fhe, 

Saw ye Jo h n y cumin ; . 
Wi' his blew bonnet on his head, 
And his dogie rionin, quo? fhe,\ 
And his dogie rinnm ? 

O fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe, 

Fee him, father, fee him ; 
O fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe, 

Fee him, father, fee him ; 
For he is a gallant lad, and a well-doin, quo' fhej 

And a' the wark about the town 
Gaes wi' me when I fee him, quo' fhe, 
Gaes wi' me when I fee him. 

O what will I do wi' him, quo' he, 

What will Fdo wi' him ?- 



46 SCOTS 

He has ne'er a coat upoir his back,. 

And I hae nane to gi'e him. 
I hae twa coat* into my kift, 

And ane of them I'll gi'e him j 
And for a merk of mair fee 

Dinna ftand wi' him, quo' me, 

Dinna ftand wi 7 him. 

For weel do I loe him, quo' me, weel do I loe hirn^ 
For weel do I loe him, quo' flie, weel do I loe him. 
O fee him, father, fee him, quo' fhe, 

Fee him, father, fee him ; 
He'll ha'd the pleugh, thrafh in the barn, 

And crack wi' me at e'en, quo' me, 

And crack wi' me at e'en. 



Fumbler's Rant. 

COME carles a' of fumbler's ha% 
And I will tell you of your fate, 
Since we have married wives that's bra, 
And canna pleafe them when 'tis late $ 
A pint we'll tak our hearts to chear j 

What fau'ts we hae our wives can tell 3 
Gar bring us in baith ale and beer, 
The auldeft bairn we hae's ourfell. 

Chrift'ning of weans we are redd of, 
The parifti prieft this he can tell ; 

We aw him nought but a grey groat, 
The off 'ring for the houfe we in- dwelt 



SCOTS SONGS. 4; 

Our bairns's tocher is a"* paid, 

We're matters of the gear ourfell ; 
Let either well or wae betide, 

Here's a health to a' the wives that's yell, 

Our nibour's auld Ton and the lafs, 

Into the barn amang the flrae, 
He gripp'd her in the dark beguefs, 

And after that came meikle wae. 
Repentance ay comes afterhin', 

It coft the carle baith corn and hay - t 
We're quat of that xv¥ little din, 

Sick crofTes haunt ne'er you nor I. 

Now merry, merry may we be, 

When we think on our neighbour Rob iEj, 
The way the carle does, we fee, 

Wi' his auld fon and doughter Maggie 1 
Boots he maun hae, piflols, what not ? 

The huffy maun hae corkit fhoon : 
We are nae fae ; gar fill the pot, 

We'll drink to a 1 the hours at e'en. 

Here's health to John Mackay we'll drink. 
To Hugh ie, Andrew, Bob, and Tamj 

We'll fit and drink, we'll nod and wink, 
It is o'er foon for us to gang. 

Toul fa' the cock, he'as fpilt the play, 

I And I do trow he's but a fool, 

We'll fit a while, 'tis lang to day, 
For a' the cocks they rave at Yool. 

Since we have met, we'll merry be, 

The foremoft haine fliall bear the mell : 



48 S C O T S § O N G S. 

..I'll fet me down, left I be fee, 

For fear that I mould bear't myfelh. 

'And i; quoth Rob, and down fat he, 
The gear' mall never me outride ; 

But we'll take a foup of the barley brie. 
And drink to our ain yell fire-iide. 



Green grows the Rallies. 



Peggy. 

MY J 9 c k Y 'blyth, for what thou'ft done 2 
There is nae help nor mending j 
For thou haft jog'd me out of tune, 

For a' thy fair pretending. 
My mither fees a change on me, 

For my complexion dailies, 
And this, alas ! has been with thee 
Sae late amang the rafhes. 

J O C K Y. 

My Peggy, what I've faid I'll do, 

To free thee from her fcouling; 
Gome then and let us buckle to, 

Nae langer let's be fooling ; 
For her content I'll inftant wed, 

Since thy complexion dailies j 
-And then we'll try a feather-bed, 

? Tis fafter than the rallies, 



SC O T S SONGS 49 

Peggy. 

Then, Jocky, fince thy love's .fo true, 

L et mither fcouL, I'm eafy : 
Sae lang's I live I ne'er fhall rue 

For what I've done to pleafe thee. 
•And there's my hand I's near complain - p 

Oh ! well's me on the rafhes : 
Whene'er thou likes I'll do't again, 

And a fig for a' their dallies. 



Gaberlunzie 'Man. 

THE pawkie auld carl came o'er the lee, 
Wi' mony good e'ens and days to me, 
Saying, Goodwife, for your courtefie, 

Will you lodge a filly poor man ? 
The night was cauld, the carl was wat, 
And down ayont the ingle he fat; 
My doughter'-s moulders he 'gan to clap, 
And cadgily ranted and fang. 

<D wow ! quo' he, were I as free, 
As foil when I faw this country, 
How blyth and merry wad I be ! 

And I wad never think lang. 
He grew canty, and Ihe grew fain ; 
But little did Jier auld minny ken 
What thir flee twa together were fay'ng., 

When wooing they were fae thrang. 
Vol. II. • E 



50 SCOTS SONG S. 

And O ! quo' he, an ye were as black 
/As e'er the crown of my dady's hat, 
3 Tis I wad lay thee by my back, 

And awa wF me thou fhou'd gang. 
And O ! quo 1 {he, an I were as white ? 
As e'er the fnaw lay on the dike, 
I'd dead me braw and lady like, 

And awa' wi' thee I would gang. 

Between the twa was made a plot j 
They raife a wee before the cock, 
And wilily-they fhot the lock, 

And fad to the bent are they gane. 
Up in the morn the auld wife raife, 
And at her leifire pat on the claife j 
Syne to the fervant's bed me gaes, 

To (peer for the filly poor man. 

She gaed to the bed where the beggar lay, 
The ilray was cauld, he was away, 
She clapt her hand, cry'd, Waladay ! 

For fome of our geer will be gane. 
Some ran to coffers, and fome to kilts. 
But nought was flown that cou'd be mift ; 
She dane'd her lane, cry'd, P raife be bled ! 

I have lodg'd a leal poor man. 

Since naething's awa, as we can learn, 

The kirn's to kirn, and milk to earn, 

Gae butt the houfe, lafs, and waken my bairn, 

And bid her come quickly ben. 
"The fervant gade where the doughter lay, 
The meets was cauld, me was away, 
And fad to her good wife 'gan fay, 

She's aff wi' the_.gaberlunzie.man. 



SCOTS SONGS. 5* 

0- fy gar ride, and fy gar rin, 

And hafte ye find thefe traytors again y 

For file's be burnt, and he's be flain, 

The wearifu' gaberluuzie-man. 
Some rade upo' horfe, fome ran a fit, 
The wife was wood, and out o' her wit : 
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd (lie fit, 

But ay {lie curs'd and flie ban'd. 

Mean time far hind out o'er the lee, 

Fu' fnug in a glen, where nane cou'd fee, 

The twa with kindly (port and glee, 

Cut frae a new cheefe a whang : 
The priving was good, it pleas'd them baithj . 
To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith. 
Quo' fhe, To leave, thee I will be laith, 

My winfome gaberlunzie-man. 

6 kend my minny I were wi' yon, 
Ill-fardly wad ihe crook her moil', 
Sick a poor man {he'd never trow, 

After the gaberlunzie-man. 
My dear, quo'" he, ye're yet o'er young r 
And ha' nae learifd. the beggars tongue,. 
To follow me from town to town, 

And carry the gaberlunzie on. 

Wi' cauk and keel I'll win your bread, 

And fpindles and whorles for them wha need ? 

Whilk is a gentle trade indeed, 

To carry the gaberlunzie on. 
I'll bow my leg, and crook my knee, 
And draw a black clout o'er my eye ? . 
A cripple or blind they will ca' me, 

While, we. fhall he merry and. ling, 
E 3.. 



5* SCOTS SONGS, 

Glancing of her Apron. 

IN January laft, . 
On Munanday at mom ; 
As through the fields I pad, 
To view the winter corfy 
I looked me behind, 

And few come o'er the know, . 
And glancing in her apron, . 
With a bonny brent brow. 

I laid, Good-morrow, fair maidy. 

And me right courteoufly 
Returned a- beck, and kindly faid, .. 

Good-day, fweet Sir, to you, 
I fpeir'd, my dear, how far awa, 

Do ye intend to gae ? 
Quoth fhe, I mean a mile or twa 

Out o'er yon broomy brae*- 



Fair maid, I'm.thankfu' to my fate,, 

To have Tick- company ; 
For I'm ganging ftraight that gate, . 

Where ye intend to be. 
When we had gane a mile or twain^ 

I faid ta her, my dow, 
May we not lean us on this pkin, 

And kifs your bonny mou. 

SHE. 

Kind Sir, ye are a wi miftane ;. 
For I am nane of thefe, 



COTS SONGS. 53 



I hope you fome mair breeding ken, 
Than to ruffle worn ens claife : 

For may be I have chofen ane, 
And plighted him my vow, 

Wha may do wi* me what he likes^ 
Andkifs my bonny mou'. 



Na, if ye are contracted;, 

I hae nae mair to fay : 
Rather than be rejected, 

I will gie o'er the play ; 
And chufe anither will refpe<Tt 

My love, and on me rew ; 
And let me clafp her round the m 

And kiis her bonny mou'. 

she. 

O Sir, ye are proud-hearted^ 

And laith to be faid nay, 
Elfe ye wad ne'er a- flatted 

For ought that I did fay ; 
Eor women in. their, modefly,- 

At firfl they winna bow ; 
But if we like your company,. 

We'll prove as land as yoa, 



54 . S CO T S S-OMGSi 



Gypfie Laddie*. 

nr^ H E gypfies came to our good lord's gate, 
»*■ And wow but they fang fweetly ; 
They fang fae fvveer, and fae very complete, 
That down came the fair lady. 

And' fhe came tripping dawn the Hair, 

And a' her maids before her ;.. 
As foon as. they faw her well-far'd.face 5 

They cooil the glamer o*er her. 

Gae tak frae me this gay mantile,- 

And bring to me a plaklie j 
For if kith and kin and a' had fwom ? . 

I'll follow the -gypfie laddie. 

Ysftreen I lay in a weel-made bed, 

And my good lord beilde me j 
This night I'll ly in a tenant's barn ? 

Whatever lhall betide me.. 

* John Faw was chief or king of the gypfies in James IVfiS 
time. James IV. about the year 1595 ifTued a proclama-J 
tion, ordaining all fherifff, &c. to aiiift John Faw in feizii»J| 
and fecuring fugitive gypfies, and that they fhould lend hinvj 
their prifons. flocks, fetters, &c. for that purpofe : chargiagl 
the lieges that none of them mole-ft, vex, unquiet, or trouble! 
the faid Faw and his company in doing their lawful bufinefsj 
within the realm, and in their paffiog, remaining, or going 
forth of the fame, under penalty : and charging all flappers*! 
maftej-s of {hips, and mariners- within our realm, at all ports- 
aad havens to receive faid John and his company upon theirJ 
expences for furthering them furth of the realm to parts be*f 
yoad f®a. 

3V1'L4UR iii's Remarkable Cafe?, p. 77-4, 



$ C O T S SONG S. $5 

Oh! come to your bed, fays Jonny Fa A, 

Oh ! come to your bed, my deary ; 
For I vow and fwear by the hilt of my (word, 

That your lord ihall nae mair come near ye- 

Til go to bed to my J-onny Fa a, 

And I'll go to bed to my dearie; 
Far I. vcw and fwear by what pad yefrreen,. 

That my lord, fhall nae mair come near ma 

I'll mak a hap- to- my Jon n y Fa a .,, 

And I'll make a hap to my dearie j. 
And he's, get a' the coat gaes round, 

And. my lord mall nae mair come near me* 

And when our lord came basse at e'en, 

And fpeis'd for his fair lady, 
The tane fne cry'd, and the other repiy'd,. 

She's awa wi' the gypiie laddie. 

Gae faddle to me the black, black fleed^ 

Gae faddle and mak him ready ; 
Before that I either eat or fleep s . 

I'll gae feek my fair lady. 

And we were fifteen well made mei%. 

Altho' we were nae bonny.; 
And we wers a'put down but ane ? . 

For a fair young wanton lady. 



Key Jen n y come down to Jock, 

JOE K Y he came here to *wo© 
On ae feaft-day when we were fu*"; 
And ' J e nny pat. on her belt array, 

When ftie heard Joe ky was- come that wa/> 



5 6 SCOTS SO N. g Sv 

Jenny fhe gaed up the flair, 

Sae privily to change her fmock ; 
And ay fae loud as her mither did rair, 

Hey, Jenny, come down to Jo c k, 

Jenny fhe came down the frair, 

And me came bobbin and bakin ben ; 
Her flays they were lac'd, and her waifl it was jimp^ 

And a bra' new-made manco gown, 

Joe ky took her be the hand, 

O Jen ny , can ye fancy me ? 
My father is dead, and he 'as left, me feme land f . 
"And bra' houfes twa or three j. 

And I will gie them a' to thee. 

A haitli, quo' Jenny, I. fear you mock- 
Then foul fa' me gin I fcorn thee ; 

If ye'll be my Je n n y , I'll be your Jock, 

Jenny lookit, and iyne fhe leugh, 
Ye firft maun get my mither's content; 

A weel, goodwife, and what fay ye ? 
Quo' fhe, Jock, I'm- weel content. 

Jenny to her mither did fay, 

G mither, fetch us fome good meat j 
A piece of the butter was kirn'd the day, 

That Jo c k y and I thegither may eat, 

Jocky unto Jenny did fay, 

Jenny, my dear, I want nae meat.; 
It was nae for meat that I came here, 

But a' for the love of you, Jenny, my clear. 

Then Jocky and Jenny were led to their bed-, 
And. Jocky he lay neifl the flock j 



SCOTS SONGS. 57 

And five or fix times ere break of day, 
He afiVd at Jenny how- me lik'd Joe k. 

%io' Jenny, clear Jock, you gie me content,. 

I blefs my mlther for gieing confe'nt : 
And on the next morning before the firft cock,. 

Our Jenny did cry, I dearly love Jo c k. 

Jenny fhe gaed up the gait, 

Wi' a green gown as fide as her fmockj 
And ay fae loud as her mither did rair, 

Vow firs ! has nae JennY got Jock. 



Jeany, where haft thou been.. 

OJe an y , J'e any,, where haft thou been ? 
Father and mother are feeking of thee, . 
Ye have been ranting, playing the wanton, 

Keeping of J o c k y company. 
Betty, Pve been, to hear the.- mill clacky 

Getting meal ground for the family ', 
As fow as it gade, I brang hame the fack, 
For the miller has taken nae moiuter frae me. 

Ha! Jeany, Jea-ny, there's meal on your back,- 

The miller's a wanton billy, and (lee, 
Tho'- victual's come hame again hale, whatreck, 

I fear he has taken his mowter afF thee. 
And, Betty, ye fpread your linen to bleach t 

When that was done, where- coiCd you be? 
Ha ! lafs, I faiv ye flip down by the hedge, 

And wa/(to?i Willy was following thee* 



$S SCOTS SONGS. 

Ay, Jeany,, Je A ny, ye gade to the kirk j 

But when it ikail'd, where cou'd thou be ?* 
Ve came nae hame till it was mirk, 

They fay the killing clerk came wi' ye. 
O filly laflie, what wilt thou do ? 

If thou grow great, they'll hees thee high : 
Look to your fell, if Jock prove true, 

The clerk frae creepies will keep me free. 



Jenny dang the weaver*. 

4T\ Mi tker dear, I 'gin to fear, 
^-^ Tho' I'm baith good and bonny, 
I winna keep ; for in my fleep, 

I ftart and dream of Jo h n y . 
When Jo hny then comes down the glen,. 

To woo me, dinna hinder ; 
But with content gi' your confent, 

For w T e twa ne'er can finder. 

Better to marry, than mifcarry j 

For fhame and fkaith's the clink o'tj 
To thole the dool, to mount the ftool, 

I downa bide to think o't ; 
Sae while 'tis time, I'll fhun the crime r 

That gars poor Epps gae whinging, 
With haunches fow, and een fae blew> 

To all the bedrals bingeing. 

Had Eppy's apron bidden down, 
The. kiris had ne'er a kend it - ? 



SCOTS SON GS, 59 

•But when the word's gane thro' the town, 

Alake how can fhe mend it ! 
'Now Tam maun face the minifter, 

And flie maun mount the pillar : 
And that's the way that they maun gae ? 

For poor folk hae nae filler. 

Now had ye'r tongue, my doughter young. 

Replied the kindly mithef, 
Get John y^s hand in ha'y band, 

Syne wap your wealth togither. 
-3'm o' the mind, if he be kind, 

Ye'll do your part difcreetly ; 
And prove a wife, will gar his life, 

And barrel run right fweetly. 



Jocky fou, Jenny fain. 

JOcky fou, Jenny fain, 
Jenny was nae ill to gain, 
She was couthy, he was kind, 
And thus the wooer tell'd his mind j 

Jenny, I'll nae mair be nice, 
-Gfe me love at ony price, 
I winna prig for red or whyt, 
Love alane can gi'e delyt. 

•Others feek they kenny what, 
In looks, in carriage, and a' that 5 
Give me love for her I court : 
■Love in love makes a' .the foort:, 



6o S C O T S S G N 46 S, 

Colours mingled unco fine, 
Common motives lang finfyne, 
Never can engage my love, 
Until my fancy fir ft approve. 

It is na meat, 'but appetite 
That makes our eating a delyt .•; 
Beauty is at beft deceit ; 
Fancy only kens nae cheat. 



J--E nny Nettles. 

SAW ye Jenny Nettles, 
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles, 
Saw, ye Jenny Nettles, 

Coming frae the market ; 
Bag and baggage on her back, 

Her fee and bountith in her lap ; 
Bag and baggage on her back, 
And a babie in her oxter. 

I met ayont the kairney, 

Jenny Nettles, Je nny 'Nettle s,- 
: Singing till her bairny, 

Robin Ratt le's baftard ; 
To flee the dool, upo" 1 the flool, 

And ilka ane that mocks her, 
•She round about, feeks Robin out, 

To ftap it in his oxter. 

-Fy, fy! Robin Rattle, 
"Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle ; 



SCOTS SONGS. 61 

1y, fy! Robin Rattle, 

Ufe Jenny N e t t l e s kindly ; 
Score out the blame, and flmfi the fhame, 

And without mair debate o't, 
Tak hame your wain, make Jenny fain, 

Tiie leel and leefome sate o't. 



John Ochiltree. 

HO n e S t man J ohn Ochiltree; 
Mine ain auld John Ochiltree, 
*\Vilt thou come o'er the moor to me, 

And dance as thou was wont to do ? 
A lake, alake, I wont to do ! 

OI1011, ohon ! I went to do ! 
Now won't-to-do's awa' frae me, 

Frae filly auld John Ochilt re e. 
Hbneft man, John Ochiltree; 

Mine ain auld John Ochiltree ; 
Come anes out 1 o'er the moor to me, 

And do what thou dow. to do. 
Alake, alake ! I dow to do ! 

Walaways ! I dow to do ! 
To whoft .and hirple o'er my tree, 

My bonny moor-powt, is a' I may do*' 

Walaways ! John Ochiltree, 
For many a time I -tell'd to thee, 

Thou rade fae fail by fea and land ; 
And wadna keep a bridle hand ; 
Vol. II, F 



m SGOTS'SONGS, 

Thou'd tine the beaflr, thvfell wad die, 

My filly auld John Ochiltree. 
Come to my arms, my bonny thing, 

And chear me up to hear thee fing ; 
And tell me o'er a 1 we hae done, 

For thoughts maun now my life fuftaia. 
C ae thy ways, John Ochiltree : 

Hae done ! it has uae fae w't' me. 
I 1 !! fet the bead in throw the land, 

She'll may be fa 1 in a better hand ; 
Even (it thou there, and drink thy fill, 

For I'll do as I wont to do flill. 



Kirk wad let me be. 

IW A s anes a weel-tocher'd lafs, 
My mither left dollars to me ; 
But now I'm brought to a poor pafs, 

My ftepdame has gart them flee. 
My father is aften frae hame, 

And fne plays the deel with his gear j 
She neither has lawtith nor fhame, 
And keeps the hale houfe in a fleer. 

She's barmy-fac'd, thriftlefs and bauki, 

And gars me aft fret and repine ; 
While hungry, lia'f -naked and cau'd, 

I fee her deftroy what is mine : 
But foon I might hope a revenge, 

And foon of my forrows be free, 
My poortith to plenty wad change, 

If ihe were hung up 05 a tree. 



SCOTS -SONGS. 63 

Quoth Ringan, wha lang time had loo'd 

This bonny lafs tenderly, 
I'll tack thee, fweet May, in thy (hood, 

Gif thou wilt gae hame with me. 
>Tis only yourfell that I want, 

Your kindnefs is better to me 
Than a' that ycur ftepmother, fcant 

Of grace, now has taken frae thee. 

Tin but a young farmer, its true, 

And ye are the fprout of a laird j 
Eut I have milk-cattle enow, 

And routh of good rucks in my yard >. 
Ye fliall have rmithing to fafh ye, 

Sax fervants fhall jouk to thee : 
Then kilt up thy coats, my lafiie, 

And gae thy ways hame with me. 

The maiden her reafon employed, 

Not thinking the offer amifs, 
Confented, — while Ring AN o'erjoy'd^ 

ReceivM her with mony a kUs. 
And now me (its blyth fingaji, 

And joking her drunken ftepdame, 
Delighted with her dear RingAn, 

That makes her good wife at hame. 



Tune, haft Time I came o'er the T/Iulr* 

YE blytheffc lads, and lafTes gay,. 
Hear what my fang di&loies : 
As I se morning Sleeping lay, 
Upon a bank of rofes, 

F 2 



64 SCOTS SON C 

Young Jamie whiiking o'er the meacl^. 

By good luck chanc'd to fpy me j 
He took his bonnet aff his head, 

And 'faftly fat down by me. 

Jamie tho' rright. meikle prifcM, 

Yet now I wadna ken him j 
But with a frown my face difgmVd^ 

And ftrave away to fend him. 
But fondly he flill nearer preft, 

And by my fide down lying. 
Mis beating heart thumped fae fan% 

I thought the -lad was dying. 

But flill refolving to deny, 

An angry paffion feigning, 
I aften roughly fhot him by, 

With words full of difdainmg. 
Poor J a m i e bawk'd, nae favour wins ? 

Went aff much difcontented j 
But I, in truth, for a' my fins 

Ne'er haft' fae fair repented. 



Low down in the Broom. 

"|\ /|"Y da.ddy is a canker'd carle, 
X* A He'll nae twin wi' his gear j 
My minny {lie's a fcaldkig wife, 
Ji2ds a' the houfe a-fteer : 

-$ut let tkemfav, or let them do,. 

Ifs a % ane to me ; 
for he r s low down, he y s in the brccm^ 
Thafs iuatting on me : 



SCOTS SONGS. 

Wasting on me, my love,. 

He's waiting oil me; 
For ke r s low down, he's in the broom^ 

That's waiting on me. 

My aunty Kate fits at her wheel,. 

And fair die lightlies me ; 
But weel ken I it's a' envy, 

For ne'er a jo has fiie. 
But let them, &c» 

"My couiin Kate was fair beguii*"d 

W? John y T the glen ; 
A-nd ay finfyne me cries, Beware 

Of falfe deluding men. 
But let the???, &c 

Glecd Sandy he came weft ae nighty. 

And fpier'd when I faw Pate ; 
And ay finfyne the neighbours round. 

They jeer me air and late. 
But let them, &c. 

Now J e n n y Jkth gane dozvn the broom r 

And tih to meet zvP Pate/ 
But what they /aid, or -what they did, 

'lis needle fs to repeat: 

But they 'feem r d b'lyth and "zueel content: 

Sae' merry mat they be ; 
For a conftant fwain has Patie pro^'d^ 

And, nae left kind was pie.. 

Ye'ave waited on me^ my love, 
Ye y ave waited -on me,- 

S 3 



66 SCOTS SONGS. 

Ye*ave wafted lang amang the troom r 
Noxv I am bow id to thee : 

Sae let them fay, or let them db r 

^Tis ct 1 ane to me ; 
For I have vcfl'd to love yen, lad f 

Until the day I die. 



Lais wi' a Lump of Land, 

"^_I'E me a. lafs wsT a lump of 'land* 
And we for life fhall gang the gither, 
Tho' daft or wife, Pll never demand, 

Or black,, or fair, it makefna -whether, 
I'm aff wi' wit, and beauty will fade, 

And blood alane is no worth a milling^ 
But me that's rich, her market's made, 

For ilka charm about her is killing. 

GTe me a lafs wi' a lump of land, 

And in my bofom I'll hug my treafure; 
Gin I had ance her gear in my hand, 

Should love turn dowf, it will find pleafure* 
Laugh on wha likes, but there's my handy 

I hate with poortith, tho' bonny, to meddle^ 
Unlefs they bring cafh, or a lump of land,, 

Theyfe ne'er get me to dance to their fiddle. 

There's meikle good love in bands and bags ? 

And filler and gown's a fweet complection \ 
For beauty, and wit, and virtue in rags y 

Have tint the art of gaining affe&iap : 



SCOTS SONGS. 6; 

Z-oye tips his arrows with woods and parks, 

And caftles, and riggs, and muirs, and meadows, 
And naething can catch our modern Iparks 
But well-tocher'd laifes, or jointnr'd- widows. 



My Jo j. A N E To 

SWE ET Sir, for your courtefie, 
When ye come by the Bafs then,. 
For the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a keeking-glafs then.. 
Keek into the draw-well, Janet, Janet j 
And there ye'il fee your bonny fell, my jo Janet, 

Keeking in the draw-well clear,. 

What if I fliou'd fa' in, 
Syne a/ my kin will fay and fv/ear, 

I drown'd myiell for fin. 
Had the better be the brae, Janet, Janet j 
Had the better be the brae, my jo Janet. 

Good Sir, for your courtefie, 

Coming through Aberdeen then, 
For the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a pair of fhoon then- 
Clout the auld, the new are dear, Janet, JANET; 
Ae pair may gain ye ha'f a year, my jo Janet 9 

But what if dancing on the green, 

And flapping like a mawking, 
If they fhould fee my clouted ihoon ? 

Of me they will be tanking 



m S C O T S S O N.G Sv 

Dance ay laigh, and late s£ een, Janet, Janet. 
Syne a" their faults will no be feen, my jo Janet* 

Kind Sir, for your conrtefie, 

When ye gae to the crofs then, 
For the love ye bear to me, 

Buy me a pacing-horfe then. 
Pace upo' your fpmning- wheel;, J A NET, J.ANET ? 
Pace upo' your {pinning- wheel, my jo Janet. 

l»!y {pinning- wheel is auld and fliff, 

The rock o't winna ftand, Sir, 
To keep the temper-pin in tiff, 

Employs aft ray hand, Sir. 
Mak the beftVt that ye can, Janet, Janet f, 
But like it never wale a man, my jo J a net. 



My Daddy forbade, my Minny forbade. 

WHEN I think on my lad, I figh and am fatly 
For now he is far frae me. 
My daddy was harm, my minny. was warfe, 

That gart him gae yont the fea, 
Without an eftate, that made him look blate.j. 

And yet a brave lad is he. 
Gin fafe he come hame, in fpite of my dame, 
He'll ever be welcome to me. 

Love fpeirs nae advice of 'parents o'er wife, 

That hu^e but ae bairn like me, 
That looks upon cam, as naething but tram, 

That (hackles what fhoii'd be £bj§* 



SCOTS SONGS, 69 

And though my dear lad not ae penny had, . 

Since qualities better has he j 
Abeit I'm an heirefs, I think it but fair is,. 

To love him* fince he loves me. 

Then, my dear J A m 1 e , to thy kind Je A N 1 s , 

Hafte, hafte thee in o'er the fea, 
To her wha. can find nae eafe in her mind^ 

Without a blytli fight of thee. 
Though my daddy forbade, and my minny forbade^ 

Forbidden I will not be j 
For fince thou alone my favour haft won, 

Nane elfe mall e'er get it for me. 

Yet them I'll not grieve, or without their leaver 

Gi'e my hand as a wife to thee : 
Be content with a heart that can never defert, 

Till they ceafe to oppofe or be. 
My parents may prove yet friends to our love, 

When our firm refolves they fee ; 
Then I with pleafitre will yield up my treafure, 

And a' that love orders, to thee. 



The Maltman. 

THE maltman comes on Munanday, 
He craves wonderous fair, 
Cries, dame, come gi'e me my filler, 

Or malt ye'll ne'er get mair. 
I took him into the pantry, 

And gate him feme good cock-broo, 



jo SCOTS SONGS. 

Syne paid him upon a gantree, 
As hoftler wives mould do. 

When maltmen come for filler, 

And gangers wi y wands oV foon, 
Wives, tak them a' down to the cellar, 

And clear them as I have done. 
This bewith, when cunzie is fcanty, 

Will keep them frae making din, 
The knack I learn'd frae an auld zartig, 

The fnackeft of a' my kim 

The maltman is right cunning, 

But I can be as flee, 
And he may crack of his winning, 

When he clears fcores with me : 
For come when he likes, I'm ready; 

But if frae hame I be, 
Let him wait on our kind lady, 

She'll anfwer a bill for me. 



The Miller. 

"]\/TERRY may the maid be 
i.vX That marries the miller, 
For foul day and fair day 

He r s ay bringing till her j- 
Has ay a penny in his purfe 

For dinner and for fupper ; 
And gin fhe ple'afe, a good fat cheeil 

And lumps of yellow butter. 



SCOTS SONGS, 

When Jamie firft did woo me, 

{ fpeir'd what was his calling; 
Fair maid, fays he, O come and fee, 

Ye're welcome to my dwelling ; 
Though I was fhy, yet I cou'd fpy 

The truth of what ht told me, 
And that his houfe was warm and couth. 

And room in it to hold me. 

Behind the door a bag of meal, 

And in the kift was plenty 
Of good hard cakes his mither bakes, 

And bannocks were na fcaiify j 
A good fat Tow, a fleeky cow 

Was flandin in the byre; 
Whilfl lazy poufs with mealy moufe? 

Was playing at the fire. 

Good figns are thefe, my mither fays, 

And bids me tak the miller ; 
For foul clay and fair day 

He's ay bringing till her j 
For meal and malt me does na want. 

Nor ony thing that's dainty ; 
And now and then a keckling hen 

To lay her eggs in plenty. 

In winter when the wind and raki 

Blows o'er the houfe and byre, 
He fits befide a clean hearth ftane 

Before a roufing fire ; 
With nut-brown ale he tells his tale, 

Which rows him o'er fou nappy : 
Who'd be a king — a petty thing, 

When a miller lives fo happy? 



72 SCOTS SONGS, 



Maggy Lauder. 

IS T 7HA wad na be in love 

** Wi' bonny Maggie Lauder" 
A piper met her gaun to Fife, 

And fpeir'd what was't they ca*'d herj 
Right fcornfully me anfwer'd him, 

Begone,. you hallanfhaker, 
Jog on your gate, you bladderfkate, 

My name is Maggie Lauder. 

Maggie, quoth he, and by my bags, 

I'm fidging fain to fee thee ; 
Sit down by me, my bonny bird, 

In troth I winna fleer thee ; 
For I'm a piper to my trade, 

My name is R o b the Ranter, 
The laffes loup as they were daft, 

When I blaw up my chanter. 

Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags, 

Or is your drone in order ? 
If you be Ro b , I've heard of you, 

Live you upo' the border ? 
The laffes a', baith far and near, 

Have heard of Rob the Ranter^ 
I'll make my foot wi' right goodwill 

Gif you'll blaw up your chanter. 

Then to his bags he fiew wi' fpeed, 

About the drone he twilled j 
-Meg up and wallop'd o'er the. green, 

^or brawly could flie frifk it. 



SCOTS SO N G & 73 

~\\ r ce\ done, quoth he, play up, quoth fne, 

We'el bob'd, quoth Kro b tiie Ranter, 
~'Tis worth my while to play indeed, 

When I hae Tick a dancer. 

Weei hae you play'd your part, quoth Meg, 

Your cheeks are like the crimfon ; 
There's nane in Scotland plays fae weel, 

Since we loft ■Habby Simpson. 
I've hVd in Fife, baith maid and wife, 

Thefe ten years and a quarter ; 
Gin you mould come to Enfter fair, 

Speir ye for Maggie Lauder. 



Muirland Willie. 

BARKEN and I will tell you how 
Young muirland Willie came to \veo } 
Tho' he -cou'd neither fay iior do; 

'The truth I tell to you. 
But ay he cries, Whate'er betide, 
Maggy I'fe hae her to be my bride, 
With a fal, dal, &c. 

On his grey yade as he did ride, 
Wi' durk and piftol by his fide, 
He prickM her on wi' meikle pride, 
Wi' meikle mirth and glee, 
-Out o'er yon mofs, out o'er yon muir, 
Till he came to her dady's door, 
With a fat, dal? &c. 
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74 SCOTS . S O N GS, 

Goodman, quoth he, be ye within, 
I'm come your doughter's love to win, 
I carena for making meilde din ; 
What anfwer gi' ye me ? 
Now, wooer, quoth he, wou n d ye light down, 
I'll gie ye my doughter'-s love to. win, 
With a fat, dal, Sec. 

Now, wooer, fin' ye are lighted down, 
"Where do ye won, or in what town ? 
I think my doughter winna gloom. 

On Tick a lad as ye. 
The wooer he ftepM up the houfe, 
And wow but he was wondrous croufe, 
With a fell, dal, 8cc. 

I have three owfen in apleugh, 
•Twa gude ga'en yades, and gear enough. 
The place they ca' it Cadeneugh j 

I fcorn to tell a lie : 
Befides, 1 hae frae the great laird, 
A peat-pat, and a lang kail-yard, 
With a fed, dal, &c. 

The maid put on her kirtle brown. 
She was the brawefl in a' the town j 
I wat on him fhe did na gloom, 

But blinkit bormilie. 
The lover he ftended up in hafte, 
And gript her hard -about the wafte, 
With afal, dal, &c. 

To win your love, maid, I'm come here, 
>I'm young, and hae enough o' gear j 



SCOTS SONGS. 75 

And for rnyfell you need na fear,. 

Troth try me whan you like. 
"He took aff his bonnet, and fpat in his chow, 
He dighted his gab, and he prie'd her mou' ? 
With a fat, dal, &c. 

The maiden bluGYd and bing'd fu law, 
She had na will to fay him na, 
But to her daddy me left it a', 

As they twa cou'd agree. 
The lover he ga'e her the tither kifs, 
Syne ran to her daddy, and tek'd him tills. 
With a fal 9 dal, &c. 

Your doughter wad na fay me na, 
But to yourfell fhe'as left it a', 
As we cou'd 'gree between us twa; 

Say, what'il ye gie me wi' her ? 
Now, wooer, quo' he, I hae na meikle,- 
But (ick's I hae. ye's get a pickle, 
With a fal, dal, &c. 

A kilnfu 1 of corn I'll gie to thee, 
Three foums of ilieep, twa good miik-kye,. 
Ye's hae the wadding dinner free ; 
Troth I dow do nae mair. 
Content, quo* he, a bargain be't, 
I'm far frae hanie, mak haite, let's do'tj 
With afal, dal, &c. 

The bridal-day it came to pafs, - ; 

Wi' mony a blythfome lad and lafsj. 
But ficken a day there never was, 
Sick mirth was never feen, 
G % 



7 6 SCOT S SO N G£ 

This winfome couple ftraked ,: hands,- 
Mefs John ty*d upthe marriage-bands. 
With afal, dal, &c^ 

And our bride's maidens were na few, 
Wi' tap-knets, lug;- knots, a' in blew, 
Frae tap to tae they were bra' new, 

And blinkit bonmlie. 
Their toys and mutches were fae. clean. 
They glanced in our ladfes' een, 
With.afal, dal, &c. 

Sick hirdum., dirdum, and lick din,. 
Wi' he o'er her, and fhe o*er him j 
The minflrels they did never -blin,. 
Wi v meikle mirth, and glee. 
And ay they bobit, and ay they beck't, 
And ay their wames together met, 
With a fa/, dal, &c... 



Maggie's Tocher* 

THE meal was dear fhort fyne, 
We buckled us a' the gither $ 
And Maggie was in her prime, 

When Willie madecourtmip till her-j 
Twa piftols charged beguefs, 

To gi'e the courting-fhot y 
And fyne came ben the lafs, 
Wi 1 fwats drawn frae the but& 



SCOTS SONGS, 

He Erft fpeir'd at the guidmaii, 
And fyne at Gi les the mitheiv 

An ye wad gie's a bit land, 

We'd buckle us e'en the githen 

My doughter ye fliall hae, 

I'll g'fe you her by the hand ; 
Eut I'll part wi' my wife, by my fay, 

Or I part wi' my land: 
Your tocher it fall be good, 

There's nane fall hae its maik, 
The lafs bound in her fnood, 

And Crummie wha kens her ftaik } 
Wi' an auld bedding o' claiths, 

Was left me by my mither, 
They're jet-black o'er wi' fleas, 

Ye may cuddle in them the gither- 

Ye fpeak right weel, guidman, 

But ye maun mend your hand, 
And think o' modeity, 

Gin you'll not quat your land. 
We are but young, ye ken, 

And now we're gaun the gither, 
A houfe is but and ben,. 

And Crummie will want her fother. 
The bairns are coming on r 

And they'll cry, O their mither ! 
We'ave nouther pat nor pan, 

But four bare legs, the gither. 

Your tocher's be good enough;, - 
$ or that you needna fear, 
C 3 



78 SCOT.S SONG. % 

Twa good ftilts to the pleugfr, 

And ye yourfell maun. (leer 5 
Ye fail hae twa good pocks 

That ance were o' the tweel^. 
The t'ane to ha'd the grots, 

The ither to ha'd the meal : 
Wi r an auld kill: made o 1 wands,.. 

And that fall be your cofferer 
Wi' aiken woody bands j. 

And that may ha'd your, tocher. 

Confider well, guidman, 

We hae but barrew r d gear, 
The horfe that I ride on 

Is S.A n d y Wilson's mare j 
The faddle^s nane o J my ain, 

And thae's but barrow"d boots^ 
And whan that I gae hame, 

I maun tak to my coots ; 
Tlie cloak is Ge ordy Watt's, 

That gars me look fee croufe j 
Come, fill us a cogue of fwats, 

Well mak nae mair toom rooieV 

2 like you weel, young lad,. 

For telling me fae plain, 
I married whan- little I had 

O'gear that was my aiu. 
But fin that things are fae ? . 

The bride ftie mann come: forth:,.. 
Tho? a' the gear fhe^ll hae 

'Twill be but little, w.oecIj,. 



SCOTS SON G S. 79 

& bargain it. maun be,, 

Fy cry on Giles the mither $ 
Content am I, quo' (he, 

E'en gar the hiffie come hither. 

The bride (he gad e to her bed,, 

The bridegroom he cam till hsr^. 
The fidier crap in at the fit, 

And they cuddle'd it a r the gither, 



Scornfu' N"a.n sy... 

NAnsay*s to the Green- wood gane, 
To hear the gowdfpink chatt'ringj, 
And Willie he has followed her 3 

To gain her love by flatt'ring : 
But a' that he cou'd (ay or do, 

She geck'd and fcorned at him £ , 
And ay whan he began to woo,. 
She bade him mind wha gat him. 

What ails ye at my dad, quoth he fJ 

My minuy, or my aunty? 
With crowdymoudy they fed- me,,. 

Langkail and rantytanty : 
With bannocks of good barley-meal,. 

Of thae there was right plenty, 
With chapped kail buttered fu* weel"| 

And was not that right dainty, ? 

Altho 7 my daddy was nae laird^. 
CXis damn to be vaunty) ? . 



.35 -S COTS SONGS 

He keepk ay a good kail-yard, 

A ha'-houfe, aud a pantry j 
A good blue bonnet on his head, 

An o'erlay 'bout his craigy j 
And ay until the day he died 

He raide on good fhanks-naigy. 

Now v/ae and wonder on your (houtjv. 

Wad ye hae bonny Nansy ? 
Wad ye compare yourfell tome, 

A docken to a tanfy ? 
I hae a wooer o' my ain, . 

They ca' him fouple Sa ndy, 
And weel I wat his bonny mou' 

Is fweet like fugarcandy. 

Wow, Nansy, what needs a' this din 2. 

Do I not' ken this Sandy ? 
Vm fore the chief of a' his kin. 

Was Rab the beggar randy ; . 
His minny Meg upo' her back 

Bare baish him and his billy j 
Will ye compare a na% pack 

To me your winfome Willie ? 

My gutcher left a good braid fword, 

Tho' it be auld and rufty, 
Yet ye may tack it on my word, 

It is baith flout and trufty 5., 
And if I can but get it drawn, 

Which will be right uneafy, 
I fhall lay baith my lugs in pawn ;> . 

That he fliaU get a heezy. 



SCOTS S ON G S. fit 

/.^/z /&<?'* but 'a coward thief > 

Your titty Bess c «/z tell him. 
How with her rock flie beat his beef 

And /wore., that /he wad fell hinu 
Then he lay blirting, like a jheep^ 

And J aid he was a faiCter ; 
Syne unto her did chirm and cheep f 

And ajked pardon at her. 

Then, bonny Nansy,.. turn to me 9 

And fo prevent all evil s 
Let thy proud fpeeehes now a/be y 

And prove fomewhat mair civil & 
Bidfouple Sandy get him gone , 

And court his auld coal Maggie ? 
y WC a* his duds outo'er his drone t 

And nought about his cragie* 

Then Nansy turned her round about,. 

And faid, Did Sandy hear ye,„ 
Ye wadna mils to get a clout; 

I ken he difiia fear ye : 
Sae had your tongue and fay nae mair, 

Set fome where elfe your fancy ; 
For as lang's Sandy 's tp the fore* 

Ye never mall get Nansy. 



Slighted Nansy.. 

jnr^rS I have fev'n braw new gowns, 
* And ither fev*n better to mak, 

And yet for a* my new gowns, 
My wooer has tuniM his back, 



$2, SCOTS SONGS, 

Befides. I hae feven rnilk-ky, 
And Sanby he has but three j 

And yet for a my good ky 
The laddie winna hae me. 

My daddy's a delyer of dykes, 

My mither can card and fpii^ 
And I'm a fine fudgel lafs, 

. And the filler comes linkin in j 
The filler comes linkin in, 

And it's fu' fair to fee, 
And fifty times wow, O wow ! 

What ails the lads at me ? 

Whenever our bawty does bark,. 

Then faft to the door I rin, 
To fee gin ony young fpark 

W T ill l'ght and venture but in ? 
But never a ane.will come in, 

Tho' mony a ane gaes by, 
Syne far ben the houfe I i rin, . 

And a weary wight am I.- 

When I was at my firft prayers, 

I prayed but ance in the year j 
r wifh'd for a handfome young lad, 

And a lad wi' mnckle gear. 
When I was at my neift prayers r , 

I pray'd but now and than ; 
I failed na' my head about gear, 

If I gat but a handfome young man, 

But now when I'm at my laft prayers, 
I- pray on baith night and day, 



SCOTS SONGS. 83 

And O ! if a beggar wad come, 

With that fame beggar I'd gae. 
And O ! what will come o' me! 

And O ! and what'll I do ? 
That fick a braw laiEe as I 

Shou'd die for a wooer I trow. 



Norland Jocky, 

A South land Jenny, that was right bonny, 
Had for a^ fuiter a Norland Jt)HNY j 
But he was ficken a bafhful wooer, 
That he cou'd fcarcely fpeak unto her ; 
Till blinks o' her beauty, and hopes o' her filler,, 
Forced him at laft to tell his mind till her. 
My dear, quoth he, we'll nae langer tarry, 
Gin ye can loo me, let's o'er the muir and marry, 

s H £0 

Come, come awa' then, my Norland laddie, 
Tho' we gang neatly, fome are mair gawdy-j 
And albeit I have neither gowd nor money, 
Come, and I'll ware my beauty on thee. 

H E. 

Ye lafFes o' the fouth, ye're a' for dreffing ; 
LaiTes o' the north mind milking and threfhing ; 
My minny wad be angry, and fae wad my dady, 
Should I marry ane as dink as a lady ; 
For I maun hae a wife that will rife i' tlie morning. 
•Crudle a' the milk, and" "keep the houfe a' fcolding, 



S 4 S € O T S SO N G S. 

Toolie \vi' her nei' hours, and learn at my mimiy. 
A Norland Jocky maun hae a Norland Jenny. 

s n e. 

My fathers only daughter, and twenty thoufand pound, 
Shall never be beftcw'd on lie a filly clown : 
For a' that I-faid was to try what was in ye. 
Gae hame, ye Norland Joe k, and court your Norland 
Jenny. 



O'er the Muir to Maggi s. 

AND I'll o'er the muir to Maggie, 
Her wit and fweetnefs call me, 
Then to my fair I'll fhow my mind, 

Whatever may befal me. 
If me love mirth, I'll team to fxng -j 

Or like the Nine to follow, 
I'll lay my lugs inPiNDUs' Spring, 
And invocate Apollo. 

If fhe admire a martial mind, 

I'll fheath my limbs in armour ; 
If to the fofter dance mclin'd, 

With gayeft airs I'll charm her j 
If fhe love grandeur, day and night, 

I'll plot my nation's glory, 
•Find favour in my prince's light, 

And fhine in future ftory. 

-Beauty can wonders work with eafe-j 
Where wit is correfponding < 



S -C O TS SONGS. 8 5 

Bind Bfaveft men know bed to pleafe, 

With coiliplaifance abounding. 
My bonny Maggie's love can turn 

Me to what fhape me pleafes, 
:If in her breaft that flame fhall burn. 

Which in my bofom bleezes. 



O'er the Hills and far away. 

JO c k y met with Jenny fair, 
Aft by the dawning of the dayj 
But Jo c k y now is fu' of care, 
Since Jenny ftaw his heart away : 
Altho' me promis'd to be true, 
She proven has, alake ! unkind ; 
Which gars poor Jo c k y aften rue, 
That e'er he loo'd a fickle mind. 

And ifs (Per the hills and far aivay, 
IPs (Per the hills and far away, 
Ifs o'er the hills and, far away, 
The wind has blaxvn my plaid away. 

Now Jocky was a bonny lad 
As e'er was born in Scotland fair' ; 
3But now, poor man, he's e'en gane wood, 
Since Jenny has gart him defpair. 
Young Jocky was a piper's fon, 
And fell in love when he was young, 
But a' the fprings that he cou'd play 
Was, O'er the hills and far away. 

And ifs o'er the hills, &c. 
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36 SCOTS SONGS. 

He fang, When firft my Jenny's face 

I faw, (he feenrd fae fa* of grace, 
With meikle joy my heart was fili'd, 
That's now, alas ! with forrow kill'th 
Oh ! was flie but as true as fair, 
IT wad put an end to my defpair. 
Inftead of that, fhe is unkind, 
And wavers like the winter wind. 
And ifs o'er the hills, &c. 

Ah ! cou'd fiie. find the d!fmal wae, 
That for her fake I undergae, 
She coud'na chufe but grant relief, 
And put an end to a' my grief : 
But, oh ! fhe is as faufe as fair, 
Which caufes a' my flghs and care ; 
And fiie triumphs in proud difdain, 
And takes a pleafure in my pain. 
And ifs o'er the hills, &c. 

Hard was my hap, to fa' in love, 
With ane that does fo faithlefs prove ! 
Hard was my fate, to court a maid, 
- That has my conftant heart betray'd ! 
A thoufand times to me (he fware, 
^She wad be true for evermair ; 
But to my grief, alake ! I fay, 
She flaw my heart, and ran away. 
And it's o^er the hills, &c. 

Since that fhe will nae pity take, 
I maun gae wander for her fake, 
And, in ilk wood and gloomy grove, 
I'll figliing fing, Adieu to love. 



SCOTS SONGS. 8; 

Since (he is faufe whom I adore, 
I'll never truft a woman more : 
Frae a' their charms I'll flee away, 
And on my pipe I'll fweetly play, 

Cer hills and dales and far away, 

O'er kills and dales and far away, 

Cer hills and dales and far awaf y 

The wind has blawn my plaid away. 

The Runaway Bride. 

A Ladie and a laffie 
■^ Dwelt in the South coimtrie, 
And they hae caflen their claiths thegither. 

And married they wad be : 
The bridal- day was fet, 

On T.feday for to be ; 
Then hey play up the rinawa' bride, 

For me has ta'en the gie. 

She had nae run a mile or twa,. 

Whan fhe began to confider, 
The angering of her father dear, 

The difpieafmg o' her mither j 
The flighting of the filly bridegroom, 

The w T eel warfl o' the three ; 
Then hey, &c. 

Her father and her mither 

Ran after her wi' fpeed, 
And ay they ran until they came 

Unto the water of Tweed ; 
And when they came to Kelfo town> 

They gart the clap gae~ thro', 
H z 



SS S C O T S SO N G SL 

Saw ye a lafs wi' a hood and a mantle} 

The face o't lin'd up wi' blue j 
The face o't lin'd up wl* blue, 

And the tail lin'd up wi' green, 
Saw ye a lafs wi v a hood and a mantle^ 

Was married on Tifeday 'teen? 

Now wally fu' fa' the filly bridegroom, . 

He was as faft as butter ; 
For had me play'd the like to me, 

I 4 had nae fae eafily quit her ; 
I'd gi'en her a tune o' my ho boy. 

And fet my fancy free, 
And fyne play'd. up the runaway brlde^ 

And lutten her tak the gie. 

The. Country Wedding. 

ROITs Jock came to wooe our Jennie 
On ae feafl-day when he was fow ; 
She bufked her and made her bonnie 

When me heard Jo c k was come to wooe : 
She burnifh'd her baith bread and brow, 
Made her as clear as ony clock. 

Then fpake our -dame, and faid, I trow 
You're come to wooe our Jennie, Jock ! 

Ay, dame, fays he, for that I yern 

To lout my head, and fitdowa by you : 

Then fpake our dame, and faid, My bairn 
Has tocher of her awn to gi' you. 
Tee hee, quoth Jennie, keik,. I fee you 3 

Minnie, this man makes but a mock. 
Why fay ye fae ? now leefe me o' you r 
I come to woo your Je nn i e, quoth Jo c K : 



SCOTS SONGS.. 89 

My bairn has tocher of her awn, 

Although her friends do nane her lend, 
A ftirk, a ftaig, an acre fawn, 

A goofe, a gryce, a clocking hen, 

Twa kits, a cogue, a kirn there ben,. 
A keam, but and a keaming-itock, 

Of difhes and ladles nine or ten. 
Come ye to wooe our Jennie, Jock?. 

A trough, a trencher, and a tap, 

A taings, a tullie, and a tub, 
A fey-dim and a milking- cap, 

A greap into a grape to grub,. 

A fhode-fhool of a holm club, 
A froath-ftick, can, a creel, a knock, 

A braik for hemp, that fhe may rab, 
If ye will marry our Jennie, Jock,. 

A furm, a firlot, and a peck, 

A rock, a reel, a gay elwand, 
A flieet, a happer, and a fack, 

A girdle, and a, good wheel-band. 

Syne Jock took Je nn i e by the handj. 
And cry'd a banquet, and flew a cock ; 

They held the bridal upon land, 
That was between our Jennie and Joe k.*_ 

The bride upon her wedding went 

Barefoot upon a hemlock hill y 
The bride's garter was o' bent, 

And Cue was born at Kelly- milt 

The firft propine he hecht her till,. 
He hecht to hit her head a knock, 

She baked and (he held her ftill. ; 
Apd this gate gat our Jennie, Joc3C 



po SCO T S S O N G S; 

When flie was wedded-m his name, 

And unto him fhe was made fpoufe,. 
They hafted them foon name again, 

To denner to the bridal-houfe. 

Jennie fat jouking like a moufe, . 
But Jock was kneef as ony cock ; 

Says he to her, Had up your brows, 
And fa' to your -meat, my Jennie, quoth Jocito 

What meat mall we fet them beforn, 
To Jock ferries loud can they cry, 

Serve them with fuwee and fodden corn,. 
Till a' their wyms do ftand awry : 
Of fwine's flefh there was great - plenty^ . 

Whilk Was a very pleafant meat ; 

And garlick was a fauce right dainty 

To ony man thatpleas'd to eat. 

They had fix lavrocks fat and laden, 

With lang-kail, mutton, beef, and- broie ? 
A wyme of paunches tough like plaiden, 

With good May butter, milk-, and cheefeo 

Jennie fat up even .at the meace, 
And a' her friends fat her befide ; 

They were a' ferv'd with Jhrewd fervkej, . 
And fae wfcs feen upon the bride. 

Out at the back-door faft fhe flade, 

And. loos'd a buckla mf? feme bends, 
She cackied Jo c K for a' his pride, 

And jawed out at-baith the ends ; 

So floutly her mother her defends, 
And fays, My bairn's loofe in the dock, 

It comes o' cauld, to make it kend ; 
Think use ill o 7 ' your Jen hie.. Je c k, 



&COTS S ON G S. 9* 

rfow dame, fays- he, your daughter I've married, 

Altho' you hold it never tb teugh; 
And friends mall fee ftie's nae mifcarried^ 

for I wat-I" have gear enough : 

An auld ga'd glyde fell -owre. the heugh",.. 
A cat, a cunnin, and a cock ; 

I wanted eight oufen, though I had the pleugh: 
May this not ferve your Jen n r e, quoth Jo c k, ?: 

Ihave good fire for winter-weather, 

A cod o 1 caff woifd fill a cradle ; . 
A halter, and a good .hay-tether, 

A duck about the doors to paddle | . 

The pannel of a good auld fad die, 
And Rob my emme hecht<me a-fodky. 

Twa lovely lips to lick a laddie ; 
Gif Jennie and I agree, quoth .J o c k u 

A treen fpit, a ram-horn fpoon, 

A pair o' boots o' barked leather, 
All graith that's meet to coble fhoony 

A thraw-crook for to twine a tether ; 

A fword, a fweel, a fwine's bladder,. 
A. trump o' fteel, a feather' d lock, 

An auld fcull-hat for winter- weather, 
And meikle . mair, my. Jennie, quoth Jock, 

! have a cat to catch a moufe, 

A girfe- green cloak, but it will flenzierj 
A pitch-fork to defend the home, 

A pair of branks, a- bridle renzie y 

Of a' our ft ore we need not plenzie-, 
Ten thouiand. flechs intil a pock; 

And is not this a wukerife. menzic, 
To gae to bed wi' Jennie and Jock ? 



9 2 SCOTS SONGS.. 

Now when their dinner they had done. 

Then Jock himfell began t' advance * 
He bad the piper play up (ban, 

For, be his troth, he wou'd gae dancer 
The piper piped tilPs wyme gripped, 

And a' the rout began to revel : 
The bride about the ring fhe fkipped, 

Till out ftarts baitli the carle and caveL 

Weel danc'd, Dickie, ftand afide, Sandiej, 
Weel danc'd Eppie and Jennie I 

He that tynes a ftot o" the fpring, 
Shall pay the piper a pennie. 

Weel danc'd, Hugh Fisher; 

Come, take out the bride and kifs her * 

Weel danc'd, Bessie and St e'en ! 

Now fick a dance was never feen 

Since Chrifth Kirk on the green. 



Rock and wee Pickle Tow. 

THERE was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow,. 
And fhe wad gae try the fpinning o't, 
But louten her down, her rock took a low, 

And that was an ill beginning o't; 
She lap and fhe grat, fhe net and fhe flang, 
She trow and fhe drew, fhe ringled, fhe rang, 
She choaked fhe bocked, and cried, Let me hangj. 
That ever I try'd the fpinning o't. 

I hae been a wife thefe threescore of years,. 
And never did try the fpinning c&| 



SCOTS SON G"S. 93 

Btit how I was farked foul fa' them thatfpeirs,. 

For it. minds me. o' the beginning o't j 
The women now a-days are turned fae bra', 
That ilk ane maun hae a.fark, fome maun hae twa* 
But the war Id was better whan feint ane ava, 

But a wee rag at the beginning o't. 

Foul fa' them that e'er advis'd me to fpin, 

For it minds me o' the beginning o't; 
I might well have ended as I had begun, 

And never had try'd the fpinning o't.: 
But they fay fhe's a wife wife wha kens .her. am weird; 
I thought ance a day it wad never be fpeir'd, 
How loot you the low tak the rock by the beard,. 
I Whan you gaed to try the fpinning o't ? 

The- fpinning, the fpinning, it gars my heart fab, . 

Whan I think on the beginning o't ; 
I thought ance in a day to 'ave made a wab r 

.And this was to 'ave been the beginning o't j 
But had I nine doughters, as I hae but three, 
The fafeft and. foundeft advice I wad gie, 
That they frae fpinning wad keep their hands free, 

For fear o' an ill beginning o't. 

But in fpite of my counfel if they wad needs run 

The dreary fad' talk, o' the fpinning o't, 
Let them feek out a-laun place at the heat o'< the -fun,. 

Syne venture on the beginning o't : 
For, O do as I've done, alake and vow, 
To buikup a rock at the cheek of a low, 
They'd fay, that I had little wit in my pow, 
And, as little I've. done wi' the fpinning o't, 



94 SCOTS SON G S, 

Same Tune. 

T HAE a green purfe and a wee pickle gowd, 

-*- A bonny piece land, and planting on't, 

It fattens my flocks, and my barns it has flowed; 

But the beft thing of a's yet wanting on't : 
To grace it, and trace it, and gi'e me delight, 
To blefs me, and kifs me, and comfort my fight, 
With beauty by day, and kindnefs by night, 

And nae mair my lane gang faunt'ring on't. 

My Gh irsty is charming, and good as fhe's fair ; 

Her een and her mouth are inchanting fweet j 
She fmiles me on fire, her frowns gi'e defpair ; 

I love while my heart gaes panting wi't. 
Thou faireft and deareil delight of my mind, 
Whofe gracious embraces by Heav'n were defign'd 
For happieft tranfports, and bliffes refin'd, 

Nae langer delay thy granting fweet. 

For thee, horniy Ch irsty, my fhepherds and hynds 

Shall carefully make the year's dainties thine ; 
Thus freed frae laigh care, while love fills our minds, 

Our days fliall with pleafure and plenty fhine. 
Then hear me, and chear me with fmiling confent, 
Believe me, and give me no caufe to lament, 
Since I ne'er can be happy till thou fay Content, 
I'm pleas'd with my Jamie, and he fnall be mine. 

To the Time of Saw ye nae my Peggy. 

/^fOME, let's hae mair wine in, 
^-'' Bacchus hates repining., 
Venus loes nae dwining, 
Let's be blyth and free. 



SCOTS SONGS. 95 

Away with dull, Here t'ye, Sir, 
Your miftrefs, Robie, gi'es her, 
We'll drink her health wi' pleafure, 
Wha's belov'd by thee. 

Then let Peggy warm ye, 
That's a lafs can charm ye, 
And to joys alarm ye, 

Sweet is flie to me. 
Some angel ye wad ca' her, 
And never wifh ane brawer, 
If ye bareheaded faw her, 

Kiltit to the knee. 

Peggy a dainty lafs is ; 
Come, let's join our glafles, 
And refrelh our haafes, 

With a health to thee. 
Let coofs their cam be clinking, 
Be ftatefmen tint in thinking, 
While we with love and drinking 

Gie our cares the lie. 



Spinning Wheel. 

A S I fat at my fpinning- wheel, 
■**■ A bonny lad was palling by : 
I view'd him round, and lik'd him wed, 
For trouth he had a glancing eye. 
My heart new panting 'gan to feel, 
But ftill I turn'd my fpinning- wheel. 



96 SCOT S 5 N G S. 

With looks all kindnefs he drew near, 
And mil mair lovely did appear ; 
And round about my- {lender waift 
He clafpM liis arms, and me embraced : 

To kifs my hand fyne down did kneel. 

As I fat at my fpinning- wheel. 

"My milk-white hands he did extol, 
And prais'd my fingers lang and fniall, 
And faid, there was nae lady fair 
That ever cou'd with me compare. 

Thefe words into my heart did fteal, 
But flill I turn'd my fpinning- wheel. 

Altho' I feemingly did chide, 
Yet he wtid never be deny'cL 
But ftill declared his love the mair, 
Untill my heart was wounded fair : 

That I my love cou'd fcarce conceal, 
Yet ftill I turn'd my fpinning- wheel. 

My hanks of yarn, my rock and reel, 
My winnels and my fpinning-wheel; 
He bid me leave them all with fpeed, 
And gang with him to yonder mead : 

My yielding heart flrange flames did feel, 
Yet ftill I turn'd my fpinning-wheel. 

About my neck his arm he laid, 

And whifper'd, Rife, my bonny maid, 

And with me to yon haycock go, 

I'll teach thee better wark to do. 

In trouth I loo'd the motion weel, 
And loot alane my fpinning-wheel. 



SC O T S SO N'G'S, 97 

&mang the pleafant cocks of hay , 
"Then with my bonny lad I lay ; 
What laflie, young and faft as I, 
Cou'd fick a haiidfome lad deny? 

Thefe pleafures I cannot reveal, 

That far furpafl the fpinning- wheel. 



Steer her up and "had her gawin. 

OS T E E R her up, and had her gawin, 
Her rnither's at the mill, jo 5 
But gin fhe winna tak a man, 



E'en let her tak her will 



jo. 



-Pray thee, lad, leave filly thinking, 
Caft thy cares of love away ; 

Cet's our forrows drown in drinking, 
'Tis claffin langer to delay. 

See that fhining glafs of claret, 

How invitingly it looks ; 
Tak it aff, and let's hae mair o't, 

Pox on fighing, trade, and books. 
iLet's hae mair pleafure while we're able, 

Bring us in the meikle bowl, 
-place't on the middle of the table, 

And let the wind and weather gowl. 

Call the drawer, let him fill it 

Fou' as ever it can hold : 
O tak tent ye dinna fpill it, 

'Tis mair precious far then gold. 
By you've drunk a dozen bumpers, 

Bacchus will begin to prove. 
Vol. II. I 



9&* SCOTS SONGS, 

Spite of V e n u s and her mumpers, 
Drinking; better is than love. 



Sleepy Body. 

C'Omnolente, qua/by repente 
Vigil a, vivat, ?ne range. 

Somnolente, qugfo, repente 

Vigila, vive, me tangs. 

Cum me ambiehas, 
Videri folebas 

Amoris negotiis aptus ■; 

At fafhis moritus, 
In leffofopitus 

Somno.es, kaud amove, tu captiu, 
O fleepy body, 
And drowfy body, 

•O wiltuna waken and turn thee ? 
To drivel and draunt, 
While I figh and gaunt, 

Gives me good reafon to fcorn thee. 

When thou fliouldft be kind, 

Thou turns fleepy and blind, 
And fnoters and fnores far frae me. 

Wae light on thy face, 

Thy drowfy embrace 
Is enough to gar me betray thee. 



K 



SCOTS SONGS. 99 

Sir John Malcol m. 

E E P ye weel frae Sir Jo h n Malcolm, Igo 
and ago, 

If he's a wife man, I miflak him, Irani coram dago. 
Keep ye weel frae Sandie Don, Igo and ago, 
He's ten times dafter than Sir Jo h n, Iram coram dago. 

To hear them of their travels talk, 
To gae to London's but a walk i 
I hae been at Amfterdam, 
Where I faw mony a braw madam. 

To fee the wonders of the deep, 
Wad gar a man baith wail and weep j 
To fee the Leviathans flap, 
And V/i' their tail ding o'er a fliip. 

Was ye e'er in Crail town ? 
Did ye fee Clark Dishingtoon? 
His wig was like a drouket hen. 
And the tail o't hang down, 

like a meikle raaan lang draket gray goofe-pea* 

But for to make ye mair enamour'd, 
He has a glafs in his bed chamber} 
But forth he flept unto the door, 
For he took pills the night, before. 

There's my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. 

MY fweeteft May, let love: incline thee, 
T y accept a heart which he defigns tke&y 
And, as your conflant flave regard it, 
Syne for its faithfulnefs reward it, 

I z. 



ioo SCOTS SON G't 

'Tis proof a-fhot to birth or money, 
But yields to what is fweet and bonny ; 
Receive it then with a kifs- and a fmily, 
There's my thumb it will ne'er beguile ye, 

How tempting fweet . thefe lips of thine: are I 
Thy bofom white, and legs fae fine are, 
That, when in pools I fee thee clean 'em, 
They carry away my heart between 'em. 
I wilh, and I wiih, while it gaes duntin, 
O gin I had thee on a mountain, 
Tho' kith and kin and a' fhou'd revile thee, 
There's my thumb I '11. ne'er beguile thee, 

Alane through flow'ry hows I dander, 
Tenting my flocks left they mould wander ; 
Gin thou'll gae alang, I'll dawt thee gaylie, 
And gi' ye my thumb I'll ne'er beguile thee. 
O my dear laffie, k is but daffin, 
To had thy wooer up ay niff-nniKn. 
That Na, na, na, I hate it moil vilely^ 
O fay Yes, and I'll ne'er beguile thee. 



Tarry Woo, 

TAR R Y woo, tarry woo, 
Tarry woo is ill to fpin,. 
Card it well, card it well, 
Card it well ere ye begin- 
When 'tis carded, row'd and fpun ? 
Then the wcrk is hafiens done ; 
But when woven, dreft and clean,. 
It may be deeding for a queen. 



SCOTS SONGS. ioi 

Sing,' my bonny harmlefs iheep,. 
That feed upon the mountains fteepj 
Bleating fweetly as ye go 
Thro' the winter's froft and fnow ; 
Hart and hynd and fallow deer, 
No be ha'f fo ufeful are ; 
Erae kings to him that ha'ds the plow 7 
Are all oblig , d to tarry woo. 

Up ye fhepherds, dance and flap, 
O'er the hills and valleys trip, 
Sing up the praife of tarry woo, 
Sing the flocks that bear it too j 
Harmlefs creatures without blame, 
That dead the back and cram the wassC| , 
Keep us warm and hearty fou j 
JLeefe me on. the tarry woo. 

How- happy is a fliepherd's lifej.. 
Far frae courts and free of ftrife, 
While the gimme-rs bleat and bae, . 
And the lambkins anfwer mae ?*' 
No fuch mufic to his ear, 
"Of thief oa. fox he has no fear $•, 
Sturdy kent and colly too, 
Weil defend the tarry woo. 

He. lives content, and envies none 3 ; 
Not-even a monarch on his thr one ; . 
Tho' he the royal fcepter fways, 
Has not Tweeter holydays. 
Who'd. be a .king, can ony tell, 
When a fliepherd fings fae well | 
Sings fae Vv'ell, and pays his due, 
With honeit heart and tarry wocr?" 
I 3 



v:<C:\^ 



ro2 SCOTS SONG S.. 



Tak your auld Cloak ab 



our you-; 



IN Winter when tire rain rain'd cauld, 
And froft and fnaw on ilka hill, 
And Boreas, \v? his blafts fae bauld, . 
Was threat'niag-a' our ky to. kill: 
Then Bell, my wife, wha lo'es nae flnfe*. 

She faid to me right haftily, 
Get up, goodman, fave Cromy 1 s life,. 
And tak your auld -cloak about ye. 

Bell, why doft thou fiyfe and [com r 

Thou kenfl my cloak is very, thin: 
It is fo bare and overwome, 

A cricke he thereon cannot rin : 
Then Pll noe longer borrow nor levd^ 

For ance Pll neiv apparePd be, 
To-morrow Pll to town and J £ end y . 

For Pll have aneiv cloak about mh 

My Cromie is an ufefulcow, 

And me is come of a good kine j . 
Aft has me wet the bairns' mou, 

And I am laith that fhe fhma'jd tyne .y 
Get up, goodman, it is fou time, 

The fun mines, in the lift fae hie j 
Sloth never made a gracious end, 

Cae tak your auld cloak about ye. 

My cloak was anes a good grey cloak, 
When it was fitting for my wear;. 

But now its fcantly worth a groat, 
For I have wora't this thirty year^ 



SCOT S S ON G $ 103 

fcet's fpend the gear that we have won, 

We little ken the day we'll die; 
Then I'll be proud, finca I have, fworn 

To have a new cloak about me. 

In days when our King Robert rang;,* 

His trews they coft But ha'f-a-crown j 
He faid they were a groat o'er dear, 

And ca'd the taylor thief and lown j 
He was the. king that wore a crown, 

And th'ou'rt a man of laigh degree, 
*Tis pride puts a' the country down, 

Sae tak thy auld cloak, about, thee- 

Every land has. its ain lough. 

Ilk kind of corn it has its hool j . 
I think the warld is a' run wrang, . 

When.ilka wife her man wad rule y. 
Do ye not fee Rob, Jo c k and H A b , 

As they are girded gallantly, . 
While I fit hurklen in the afe ? 

I'll have a new cloak about me. 

Goodman, I watr 'tis thirty years 

Since we did ane anither ken ; 
And we have had between us twa, 

Of lads and bonny laffes ten: 
New, they are. women grown and men, 

I wifh and .pray well may they be y 
And if you prove a good hufband, 

E'en tak your auld cloak, about ye; 

Bell, my wife flie lo'es na ftrife ; 
J3ut flie wad guide me if Cns can ? 



ic 4 SCOTS' S ; - O'N a &. 

And te maintain an eafy life, 

I aft maun yield,- tho' Pin goodman : 

Naught's to be won at woman's hand* 
Unlefs ye gi'e her a'' die plea ; 

Then I'll leave aff where I began, 
And tak my auld cloak about me. 



Tib;by Fowl e r of the Glen. 

TIB BY has a^fiore of charms, 
Her genty fhape our fancy warms f 
Kow ftrangely can her fma 1 white arms . 

Fetter the lads who look but at her ! 
Frae her ancle to her (lender waift, 

Thefe fWeets conceal' d invite to dawt her 3 
Her rofy cheek and riling, breaft 

Gar ane's mcuth guih bowt fir of water. 

Ne l l y 's gawfy, faft, and gay, 
Frefh as the Lucken flowers in May ; 
Ilk ane that fees her, cryes, Ah, hey L 

She's bonny! Oh! I wonder at her, 
The dimples of her chin and cheek, 

And limbs fae plump invite to dawt. her j„ 
Her lips fae fweet, and Jkin fae fleek, 

Gar mony mouths befides mine water- 

Now ftrike my finger in a bore, 
My wifon wi' the maiden fhore, 
Gin I can tell whilk I am for, 

When thefe twa fears appear the githefj 



SCOT t 8 O N G S. 105 

CT Love ! why didft thou gi'e thy fires 
Sae large, while we're oblig'd to neither ? 

Our fpacions fauls' immenfe defires,. 
And ay be in a hankerin fwither. 

Tieby's fhape and airs are fine, 
And Nelly's beauties are divine ; . 
But fince they canna baith- be mine, 

Ye gods, give ear to my petition ; 
Provide a good lad for the tane, 

But let it be with this provifion, 
I.get the other to my lane,. 

In profpecl, piano, and fruition. 



This is no mine am houfe < 

THIS is no mine ain houfe, 
I ken by the rigging o't j 
Since with my love I've changed vows, 

I dinna like the bigging o't. 
For now that I'm young Rob le's bride ? 
And mifeefs of his fire-fide, 
Mine ain houfe I like to guide, 
And pleafe me wi' the trigging o't. 

Then farewell" to my father's houfe, 
I gang where love invites me j 

The ftricteft duty this allows, 

When love with honour meets me. 

When Hymen moulds;, me. into, ane, 



io6 SCOTS SONG S, 

My Robie's nearer than my kin,. 
And to refufe him were a fin,. 
Sae lang's he kindly treats me. 

When I am in mine ain houfe, 

True love mail be at hand ay, 
To make me ftill a prudent fpoufe, 

And let my man command ay j 
Avoiding ilka caufe of flrife, 
The common pefl of married life, 
That makes ane wearied of his wife, 

And breaks the kindly band ay. . 



Todlen hame. 

\ IE 7 HAN I've a faxpence under my thum,. 
* * Then I'll get credit in. ilka town : 

But ay whan I'm poor they bid me gang by y 

©*! poverty parts good company. 
Tod/en hame, todlen hame, 
Coifdna my love- come todlen hame P 

Fair fa' the goodwife, and fend' her good fale, 
She gi'es us white bannocks to drink her ale, 
Syne if her typpony chance to be fma', 
We'll tak a good fcour o't, and ca't awa', 

Todlen hame, todlen hame, 

As round, as a nesp come, todlen hame* 

My kimmer and I lay down to fleep,. 
And twa pint ftoups at: our bed-feet. j. 



-SCOTS SONG S. ic; 

And ay when we waken'd we drank them dry : 
What think you of my wee kimmer and I ? 
Todlen butt and todhn ben, 
Sae round as my love comes t-odlen kame. 

Leez me on liquor, my todlen-dow, 
Ye're ay fae good-humour'd when weeting yourmou'; 
When fober fae four, yell fight wi' a flee, 
That it's a blyth fight to the bairns and me, 
Todlen kame,. todlen kame, 
When round as a neep ye come todkn kame. 



What's that to you ? 

MY Jean y and I have toil'd 
The live-lang fummer-day. 
Till we amaift were fpoil'd 

At making of the hay : 
.Her karchy was of holland cleaTj 

Ty'd on her bonny brow ; 
I whifper'd fomething in her ear, 
But what's that to you ? 

Her {lockings were of Kerfy green ? 

As tight as ony filk : 
O fick a leg was never feen, 

Her fkin was white as milk ; 
Her hair was black as ane could wifh. 

And fweet fweet was her mou j 
'Oh ! Je any daintily can kifsj 

.But what's that to you ? 



is8 SCOTS SON^G-S, 

The rofeand lily baith combine 

To make my Jean y fair, 
There is no bennifon like mine, 

I have amaift nae care ; 
Only I fear my Jeany's face 

May caufe mae men to nie, 
"And that may gar me fay, Alas ! 

But what's that to yon ? 

Conceal thy beauties if thou can, 

Hide*that fweet face of thine, 
That I may only be the man 

Enjoys thefe looks divine. 
O do not proititute, my dear, 

Wonders to common view, 
And I, with faithful heart, fhali fwear 

For ever to be true. 

King Solomon had ^vives enew ? 

And mony a concubine ; 
But I enjoy a blifs mair true ; 

His joys were fliort of mine : 
And Je any's happier than they, 

She feldom wants her. due; 
All debts of love to her I'll pay, 

And what's that to you ? 



Were na my Heart light I wad die. 

THERE was ance a May, and me loe'd na men^ 
She biggit her bonny bow'r down in yon glen j 
But now fhe cries dool ! and a well-a-day ! 
Come down the green gate, and come here away. 
, Sat now pie cries, &c. 



SCOTS SONGS. 

When bonny young Johny came o'er the fea, 
He faid he Taw nae thing fae lovely as me j 
fee hecht me baith rings and mony-bra things 5 
'And were na my heart light I wad die. 
He hecht me, &c. 

He had a wee titty that loed na me, 
: -Becaufe I was twice as bonny as Ihe 5 
-She raisM iick % pother 'twixt him and his mother. 
That were na my heart light I wad die. 
She raised, &c. 

The day it was fet, and the bridal to be, 
The wife took a dwam, and lay down to die ; 
'She main'd and ihe grain'd cftit of dolour and pain, 
Till he vow ? d he never wad fee me again. 
She maiifd, Sec. 

His kin was for ane of a higher degree, 
-Said, What had he to dt> with the like of me ! 
■Albeit I was bonny, I was na for Johny : 
And were na my heart light I wad die. 
Albeit I was bonny, &c. 

They faid I had neither cow nor caff, 
gNor dribbles of drink rins throw the draff, 
Nor pickles of meal rins throw the mill-eye \ 
And were na my heart light I Wad die. 
Nor pickles of, Sec. 

His titty flie was baith wylie and flee, 
She fpyM me as I came o'er the lee ; 
And then fhe ran in and made a lend din, 
Believe your ain een, an ye trow na me. 

And then Jhe } &c. 
Vol. II.- -K 



109 



no SCOTS SONGS. 

His bonnet Mood ay fu' round on his brow ; 
His auld ane looks ay as well as fame's new : 
But now he lets' t wear ony gate it will hing, 
And calls himfelf dowie upo' the corn-bingo 
But now he, &c. 

And now he gaes drooping about the dykes. 
And a' he dow do is to. hund the tykes.: 
The live-lang night he ne'er fleeks his eye f 
And were na nay heart light I wad, die. 
The live-lang, &c. 

Were I young for thee, as I hae been, 
We mou'd hae been galloping down on yon green, 
And linking it on the lily- white lee ; 
And wow gin I were but young for thee. 
And linking, &c. 



-Where will our Goodman ly? 



WHERE wad bonnie Annie ly? 
Alane nae mair ye maun ly j 
Wad ye a goodman try ? 
"Is that the thing ye're lacking ! 

she. 

Can a lafs fae young as I, 
Venture on the bridal-tye, 
€yne down with a goodman ly-? 
-I'm flee'd he keep me wauking. 



S-COTS SO N G S. in 



H ,E. 



Never judge until ye try, . 
Mak me your goodman, I 
Shanna hinder you to ly, 
And fleep. till ye be weary, 



SHE 



What if I fhou'd wauking ]y, 
When the hoboys are gawn by, 
Will ye tent me when, I cry, 
My dear, I'm faint and iry ? 



H E, 



In my bofom thou fhalt'ly, 
When thou wakrife art, or dry, 
Healthy cordial {landing by, 
Shall prefently revive thee. 



S H E: 



To your will I then 'comply, 
Join us. pried, and let me try, 
How I'll wi' i goodman ly, 
Wha caa a cordial gi'e me. 



Widow, are ye waking > 
W'ii A v s that at my chamber-door ? 



o 



»i 



Aurld carl, your fuit give o'er, 
Your love lyes a' i» tawkiug. 

K 2 



ua SCO T S SONG & 

GiVme. a lad that's young and tight, 

Sweet like an April meadow j 
J Tis ikk as he can blefs the fight, 

And bofom of a widow. 

" O widow, wilt thou let me in ? 

" I'm pawky, wife, and thrifty, 
" And come of a right gentle km } 

" I'm little mair than fifty." 
Daft carle, dit your mouth. 

What fignifies how pawk)', 
Or gentle- born ye be, — bot youth,. 

In love ye're but, a gawky. 

il Then, willow, let thefe guineas {peak,,., 

i ' That powerfully plead clinkan ; 
u And if they fail, my- mouth I'll ileek^ 

" And nae mair lore will think on." 
Thefe court indeed, I maun confefs, 

I think they mak you young, Sir,. 
And ten times better can exprefs 

Affection, than your tongue, Sir, 



Wap at the Widow, my Laddie. 

TH E widow can bake, and the widow can brew,, 
The widow can fliape and the widow can few, 
And mony bra things the widow can do j 

Then have,, at the widow, my laddie. 
"With- courage attack her baith. early and late, 

To k!fs her and clap her you manna be blate ;, 
Speak well and do better, for that's the bed gate 
To win a young widow., my laddie=,- 



SCOTS SONGS. 113 

plie widow Die's youthfu', and never ae hair 
The war of the wearing, and has a goo 1 &au? 
Of every thing lovely ; file's witty and fair ? 

And has a rich jointure, my laddie ? 
What cou'd you wifh better your pleafure to croWH 3 
Than a widow, the boimieft toaft in the town, 
Wi' naething but draw in your, ftool and fit'down. 

And fport wi' the widow, my laddie ? 

Then till 'er and kill 'er wi' courtefie dead, 
Tho' {lark love and kindnefs be a' ye can plead 5. 
Be heartlbme and airy, and hope to fuoceed 

Wi* a bonny gay widow, my laddie. 
Strike iron while T tis het, if ye'd have it to wald r 
For Fortune ay favours the atlive and bauid, 
But ruins the wooer, that's thowlefs and cauldj 

Unfit for the widow, my laddie. 



Willie was a- wanton Wag, 



W 



The blytheft lad' that e'er I law., 
At bridals dill he bore the brag, 
, And carried ay the gvee awa' : 
pis doublet was of Zetland {hag;" - " 

And wow ! but. W.i llie he was braws, 
And at his moulder hang a tag, 

That pleas'd. the laifes heft of a?: 

pe was a man wittteut a clag, 
x Mis heart was frank without' a fiawj. 
& 3 



u 4 S COTS S"0-N?G S. 

And ay whatever Willie faid, 

It was (till hadden as a- law. 
His boots they were made of the jag, 

When- he went to the Weaponlhaw, ; 
Updas the green nane durft him brag, . 

The fiend a ane.amang them a'. 

And was not Willie well worth gowd ? 

.He wan the love of great and fma' > 
For after he the bride had kifs'd, 

He kifs'd the lafies hale-fale a\ 
Sae merrily round the ring they row'dy 

When be the hand he led them a', 
And ftliack on fmack on them beftow'd, 

By virtue of a {landing law. 

And was nae Willie'3 great lowny.. 

As fhyre a lick as e'er was feen ? 
When he danc'd wi' the lafles round, 

The bridegroom fpeird where he had been* 
Quoth Willie, I've been at the ring, 

Wi' bobbing, faith, my -{hanks are fair; 
Gae ca' your bride and maiden in, 

For Willie he dow do nae mair. 

Then reft ye, Willie , I'll gae outy . 

And for a wee fill up the ring. 
But, fhame light or his fouple faout, 

He wauted "Willi e's wanton {ring* 
Then ftraight he to the bride did fare, 

Says, Well's me on your bonny facej 
Wi' bobbing Willie's fhanks are fair, 

Aatf I'm come. out to fill his place. 



SCO TS'SON G S. n 5 

Bridegroom, fhe fays, you'll fp©U the dance, 

And at the ring you'll ay be lag, 
Unlefs, like W illie, ye advance: 

O ! Willie has a wanton leg;: 
For wi't he learns us ^ to fleer, 

And.foremoft ay. bears up the ringj.; 
We will find nae iick dancing here, 

If we want Willie's wanton fling. 



Woo'd and married and a'. 

71" O O'D and ?narr.ied and a% 
r Woo y d and married and a^ 
Was (lie nat very wee I aff 

Was luocfd and married and a 9 *' 
The Bride came out of the byre, 

And O as flie dighted her cheeks, 
Sirs, I'm to be married the night, 

And has neither blankets nor meets, 

Has neither blankets nor meets,. 

Nor fcarce a coverlet too; 
The bride that has a' to borrow* 

Has e'en -right raeikle ado. 
Wo(?d\ and ?narried, Sec, 



Gut fpake the bride's father, 
As Jie came in frae the plough j 

© had yeVe tongue, my daughter,. 
And ye's' get .gear enough ; 

The ftirk that ilancL i' the' tether ; 
And our hra' bafm'd yad? ? 



n5 SCOTS SO N G % 

Will carry ye hame your cortrj 
What wad ye be at, ye jad ? 
WoxPd, and married, &c. 

Out (pake the bride's mither, 

What d---l need.* a' this pride i 
I had nae a plack in my pouch 

That night I was a bride ; 
My gown was liiify-wooliy^ 

And ne'er a lark ava ; 
And ye hae ribbons and bufldnsj, 

Mae than ane or twa. 
Woo"'d, and married) &c» 

What's the matter, quo WilljEj 

Tho' we be fcaot o' claiths, 
We'll creep<the nearer the gither,. 

And we'll (more a' the fleas :•. 
Simmer is coming on,. 

And we'll get teats of woo | 
And we'll get a lafs o r our ain,. 

And (he'll fpin claiths enew. 
Woo J d, and married, &c. 

Out fpake the bride's brither,. 
As he came in wi' the kie ; 
Poor W 1 l l 5 e had ne'er a ta*en ye ? 

Had he kent. ye as weel as I ; 

For you're baith proud and faucy,.. 

" And no for a poor man's wife 5 

Gin I canna get a better, 

Ife never tak ane i' my life, 

Wood, and married, &c 

Out fpake the bride's filler, 
As Jhe came in frae the byre; 



SCOTS SONGS. tij 



gin I were but married, 
It's a* 'that I defire :■ 

Jut we poor fo'k maun live fingle>. 
And do the beft we canj 

1 dkina care what I mou'd want,. 
If I cou'd get but a man. 

Woo^d, and- married, &c. 



Wat ye wha I met Yeftreen I 

NO W wat ye wha I met yeftreen, 
Coming down the ftreet, my jo? 
My miftrefs m her tartan fcreen, 
Fow bonny, braw, and fweet, my jo. 
My dear, quoth I, thanks to the night, 
That never wifh'd a lover ill, 
Since ye're out of your mither's fight, 
Let's take a wauk up to the hill. 

O K A t y , wiltu" gang wi' me, 
And leave the dinfome town a while ? 
The blofibm's fprouting frae the tree, 
And a' the fimmer's gaw'n to fmile : 
The mavis, nightingale, and lark, 
The bleating iambs, and whittling hind',. 
In ilka dale, green, fliaw, and park, 
Will nouriih health, and glad ye'r mind 

Soon as the clear goodman of day 
Bends up his morning- draught of dew,. 
We'll gae to fume burn-fide and play,. 
And. gather flowers to bulk ye'r brow s , 



lid SCOTS SONG S> 

We'll pou the daifies on the green, 
The lucken gowans frae the bog ; 
Between hands now and then we'll lean, 
And fport upo' the velvet fog. 

There's up into a pleafant glen, 
A wee piece frae my father's tow'r, 
A canny, foft, and flow'ry den, 
Where circling birks have ferm'd a bow?r s 
Whene r er the fun grows high and warm, 
We'll to thecauler fhade remove; 
There will I lock thee in mine arm, 
And love and kifs', and kifs and love. 



Katy's Anfwer. 
T\ yTY mither's ay glowran o'er me, 
*▼■*- Though flie did the fame before mej 
1 canna get leave to look to my loove ? 
Or elfe fhe'll be like to devour me* 

Right fain wad I take ye y r offer, 
Sweet Sir, but I'll tine my tocher j 
Then, Sandy, ye'll fret, and wyte ye V poor Kate, 
Whene'er ye keek in your toom coffer. 

For tho' my father has plenty 
0f filler and plenifhing dainty, 
Yet. he's unco fwear to twin wi' his gear j . 
And fae we had need to be tenty. 

Tutor my parents wi' caution, 
Be wylie in ilka motion ; 
Brag weel o' ye'r land, and. there's my leal hand, 
Win them, 111 be at your deyotion. 



SCOTS SONG So 119 



We'll a' to Kelfo gCo 

AN I'll awa' to bonny Tweed -fide. 
And fee my deary come throw, 
And he fall be mine, gif fae he incline, 
For I hate to lead apes below. 

While young and fair, I'll make it my care. 

To fecure myfell in a jo j 
I'm no fick a fool to let my blood cooly 

And fyne gae lead apes below. 

Tew words, bonny lad, will eithly perfuade ; 

Though blufhing, I daftly fay, no ; 
Gae on with your ftraia, and doubt not to gain., 

For I hate to lead apes below. 

••Unty'd to a man, do whate'er we can 3 

We never can thrive or dow; 
'Then I will do well, do better wha will, 

And let them lead apes below. 

-Our time is precious, and gods are gracious, 

That beauties upon us beftow : 
'Tis not to be thought we got them for nought, 
Or to be fet up for a fliow. 

'Tis carried by votes, come, kilt up ye'r coats, 

And let us to Edinburgh go. 
Where fhe that's bonny may catch a Johny, 
And never lead , apes below. 



120 SCOTS SO N-G-S, 



Wayward Wife.- 

AL A s 1 my foil, you little know, 
■ The forrows that from wedlock flow, 
•Farewell to every day of eafe, 
When youVe gotten a wife to pleafe : 
Sae bide you yet, and bide you yet, 
Ye little ken whafs to betide you yet, 
The half of that will gane you yet, 
If a wayward wife obtain you yet. 

The black cow on your Toot ne'er trod, 
"Which gars you fing alang the road, 
Sae bide you yet, &c. 

Sometimes the rock, fometimes the reel, 
Or fome piece of the fpinnlng wheel, 
She will drive at ye wi' good will, 
And then fhe'll fend, ye to the deil. 
Sae bide ye yet, &c. 

When I like you was young and free, 
1 valu'd not the proudeft Die ; 
Like you I vainly boafted then, 
That men alone were born to reign j 
But bide you yet, &c. 

£!reat He rcules and Samson too, 
Were ftronger men than I or you ; 
Yet they were baffled by their dears, 
And felt the diftaff and the meers, 
Sae- bid? you yet 7 &c» 



SCOTS SO N G S. 

"Stout gates of -brais, aiid Well-built walls, 
Are proof 'gainft ftvords and cannon-balls, 
$ut nought is found by fea or land, 
That can a wayward wife withftand ; 
Saebids you yet, &c. 



We're gayly yet. 

Jir&RE gayly yet, and we're gayly yet, 

' ' And we're no very fou, but we J re gayly yet 5 
Then fit ye a while, and tipple a lit, 

For we're no very f on, but we're gayly yet* 
There was a lad and they ca'd him Dicky, 
He gae me a kifs, and I bit his lippy j 
Then under my apron he fhew'd me a trick | 
And we're no very fou', but we're gayly yet. 

And ive^re. gayly yet, Sec. 

There were three lads, and they were clad, 
There were three laHes, and they them had, 
Three trees in the orchard are newly fprung, 
And we's a' get gear enough, we're but young) 
Then up wi r t Aillie, Aillie, 

Up wtt, A 1 llie, tiow, 
Then up wi% Aillie, quo'' cummer^ 
We's a' get roaring foiu 

And one was kifs'd in the barn, 

Another Was kifs'd on the greets^ 
The third behind the peafe flack, 

Till the mow flew up to her e'en. 
Then up wft } &fc. 



122 SCOTS SONGS. 

Kow, fy, John Thomson, rin, 

Gin ever ye ran in your life ; 
De'il get you, but hey, my dear Jack, 

There's a man got a-bed with your wife, 
Then tip w/V, 8cc. 

Then away JohnThomson ran, 
And I trow he ran with fpeed ; 

But before he had run his length, 
The falfe loon had done the deed. 
We're gayly yet, &c. 



Up and war them a', Willie. 

WHEN we went to the field of war, 
And to the Weaponfliaw, Willie, 
With true defign to ftand our ground, 

And chace our faes awa 1 , Willie ; 
Lairds and Lords came there bedeen, 

And vow gin they were pra', Willie, 
Up and war Vw a\ Willie, 
War ''em, war ''em a\ Willie. 

And when our army was drawn up, 
The braweft e'er I faw, Willie, 

We did not doubt to rax the rout, 
And win the day and a', Willie. 

Pipers play'd frae right to left, 

Fy, fourugh Whigs awa', Willie. 
Up and war, &c. 

But when our ftantlard was fet up, 
<So fierce the wind did bla', Willie, 



SCOTS SO N G S. 123 

The golden knop down from the top, 

Unto the ground did fa', Willie. 
Then fecond -lighted Sandy faid*, 

We'll do nae good at a', Willie. 
Up and war, &c. 

When bra'ly they attack'd our left, 

Our front, and flank, and a*, Willie; 

Our bald commander on the green, 
Our faes their left did ca*, Willie, 

And there the greateft {laughter made 

That e 7 er poor Tonald faw, Willie, 
Up and war, &c. 

Firfi when they faw our Highland mob, 
They fwore they'd flay us a', Willie; 

And yet ane fyl'd his breiks for fear, 
And £0 did rin aw a 1 , Willie. 

We drave him back to-Bonnybrigs, 

Dragoons, and foot, and a', Willie. 
Up and war, &c. 

But when their general view'd our lines, 

And them in order faw, Willie, 
Ke ftraight did march into the town, 

And back his left did draw, Willie* 
Thus we taught him the better gate 

To get a better fa', Willie. 
Up and war, &c. 

And then we rally'd on the hills, 

And bravely up did draw, Willie % 

But gin ye fpear wha wan the day, 
I'll tell you what I faw, Willie 3 
L 2 



124 SCOTS SONGS, 

We. baith did fight, and bakh were beat}. 

And baith did rin awa', Willie. 
So there's my canty Highland fang 

About the thing I faw, Willie* 



Up in the Air. 

NOW the fun's gane out of fight, 
Beet the ingle, and (huff the light. 
In glens the fairies ikip and dance, 
And witches wallop o'er to France, 

Up in the air, on my bonny grey mare^ 
And I fee her yet, and I fee her yet, 
Up in, &c. 

The wind's drifting hail and fna% 
O'er frozen hags, like a foot-ba' ; 
Nae flams keek thro' the azure flit, 
? Tis cauld and mirk as ony pit. 

The man i' the moon is caroufing abooK ? 
X>' ye fee, cV ye fee, d' ye fee. him yet ? 
The man^ &c. 

Tak your glafs to clear your een ? 
? Tis the elixir heals the fpleen, 
Baith wit and mirth it will inlpire, 
And gently puff the lover's- fire : 

Up in the air, it drives awa' care ; 
Ha'e wi' ye, ha'e wi' ye, and ha'e wi' ye, lads, ye* 
Up in, &e. 

Steek the doors, had out the ff oft ; 
Ceme^ Willie? gis's about ye'r toa£) 



SCOTS SONGS, 125 

TflFt lads, and lilt it out, 

And let us hae a blythfome bout. 

Up wi't there, there, dhina cheat, but drink fair : 
Huzza, huzza, and huzza, lads, yet* 
Up wft r &c 



The yellow-hair' J Laddie - 

THE yellow-hair'd laddie fat down on yon brae,- 
Cries, Milk the ewes, lafile, letnane of them gaej- 
And ay (he milked, and ay fiie fang, 
The yellow-hair'd laddie fhall be my goodman. 
And ay /lie milked^ &c. 

The weather is cauld, and my claitbing is tiling 
The ewes are. new clipped, they winna bught in jjj 
They wiiina bught in tho' I fliou'd die, 
yellow-hair'd laddie, be kind to me r 

They vjinna bught in Y &c 

The good wife cries butt the honfe, Jenny, come &ea£, 
The cheefe is to mak, and the butter's to kirnj 
Tho' butter, and cheefe, and a' fliou'd fowre r 
I'll crack and kifs wi' my love ae half hour j 
It's ae haff hour, and. we's e'en mak it three,. 
■for the yellow-hair'd laddie my hufband ihall be; 



The Wife of Auchtermuchty. 

IN Auchtermuchty dwelt a man, 
An hufband, as I heard it tawld,. 
Qiiha weil coud tipple out a can, 

And nowtlier. luvit hungir nor cauld; 
>3. 



j 26 SO O T'S S ON, G & 

Till anes it fell upon a day, 

He zokit his plewch upon the plain? 
And fchort the-ftorm wald let him ftayy 

Sair blew the day with wind and Eain. 

He loofd the plewch at the lands enoi, , 

And draife his owfen hame at ene;. 
Quhe-n he came in he blinkifcben, 

And faw his Wyfe baith dry and.clena fo 
Set beikand by a fyre fu? bauld, 

Suppand fat fowp, as I' heard fey -fc 
The man being weary, wet, and cauldj 

Betwein thir twa it was nae play. 

Quod he, Qjihair is my horfes corn*. 

My owfen has nae hay nor ftrae, 
Dame, ze maun to the plewch the morn^,. 

I fall be huffy gif I may. 
This feid-time it proves cauld and bad^ 

And ze. fit warm, nae troubles fe; 
The morn ze fall gae wi' the lad; 

And fyne zeil ken what drinkers drfe*. 

Cudemany q~jod fcho, content- am I, 

To tak the plewch my day about^, 
Sae ye rule weil the kaves and ky r 

And all the hcufe baithin and out:.: 
And now fen %t haif made the law, 

Then gyde allrieht and do not breaks 
They ficker raid that neir did faw. 

Therefore let naething, be neglefit*. 

3 at fen ye will- huffyftep ken v 

Firft ze maun liit and fyne fairknecTy, 

&nd ay a^l ze gang butt ami ben* 

iftke tfoat tfc$ bairn* dryt pot the be#: 



SCOTS SON G 3, 127 

And lay a (aft wyfp to the kiln, 

We half a dear farm on our heid ; 
And ay as ze gang forth and in> 

Keip weil. the gainings frae the gled> 

The wyfe was up richt late at ene, 

I pray luck, gife her ill to fair, 
Scho- kkn'd the kirn, and fkamt it dene>. 

Left the gudeinan but bledoch bair s 
Then in the morning, up fcho gat ; 

And on her heart laid her disjune, 
And pat as mickie in her lap^ 

As raicht haif fer'd them baith at mine*. 

Says, Jo k, be thou maifter of wark, 

And thou fall had, and. I fall. ka„ 
Ife prornife thee a gude new fark,, 
■ Eithsr of round claith or of fma. 
She-lowft the oufen aught or nyne, 

And hynt a gad-flaff in her hand j. 
Up the Gudeinan-. raife aftir fyne, 

And faw the Wyfe had done commands 

He draif the gaiflings forth to feid> 

Thair was but fevenfum of them awt 9 
Ami by thair comes the greidy gled, 

And lickt up fiye, left him, but twa ; 
Then out he rane. in all his mane, 

How fune he hard the gaifling cryy 
Sat. than or he came in. again, 

The kaves brake loufe and fuckt the k^ 

The caves and. ky met in the loan, 

The man ran wjt J 'a rung, to red$- 
Than by came an ilKvilly roam 

And brodit his buttocks ull thex blo$f 






123 S COTS SONG S\ 

Syne up lie take "a rok of 'tow, 

And he fat down to fey the fpinning; 

He loutit doun our neir the low, 

Quod he, This, wark has ill beginning, 

The learn up throu the lam did flow, 
The fute tuke fire, it flyed him than,. 

Sum lumps did fa' and burn his pow ; 
I wat. he was a dirty man y 

Zit he gat water in a pan,. 

Quherwith he flokend out the fyre : 

To foup the houfe he fyne began, 

- To had ail richt was his defyre. 

Hyrd to the kirn then did he ftoure r 

And jumblit at it till he fwat, 
Quhen he had rumblit a full lang hour.j . 

The forrow crap of butter, he gat.^ 
Albeit nae butter he could get, 

Zet he was cummert wi' the kirn,. 
And fyne he het the milk fae het, . 

That ill a ipark of it wad zyrne, . 

Then ben thair came a greedy fow,* 

I trow he cund her little thank : 
For in fcho (hot her mickle mow, 

And, ay fcho wmkit, and ay fcho drank-, 
He tuke the kirnftaff be the fchank, 

And thocht to reik the fow a root, 
The twa left gainings gat a clank, 

That ftraik dang baith their harns ou& 

Then he bure kendling to the kill,. 

But fcho ftart up all in a low, 
Quhat eir he heard, what eir he tew 

That day he. had. nae will to, * * . 



SCOTS SONGS. 12) 

Then lie zied to tak up the bairns, 

Thocht to have fund them fair and clene, 

The firfl that he gat in his arms, 
Was a bedirtin to the ene. 

The firfl it fmellt fae fappylie,. 

To touch the lave he did not grien : 
The deil cut aff thair hands, quoth he, 

That cramd zour kytes fae ftrute zeftreuio 
He traild the foul fheits down the gate, 

Thocht to have wafht them on a ftane^ 
The burn was rifen grit of'fpait, 

Away frae him the fheits has tane. 

Then up he gat on a know-heid, 

On hir to cry, on hir to Cchout m y 
Scho hard him, and ft ho hard him not^ 

But ftoutly fteird the itots about. 
Scho draif the day unto the nicht, 

Scho lowft the plewch, and fyne eame hame | 
Scho fand all wrang that fbuld bene richt ? 

I trow the man thocht mekle fchame. 

Quoth he, My office I forfake, 

For all the hale days of my lyfe | 
For I wald put a houfe to wraik, 

Had I been twenty days gudewyfe. 
Quoth fcho, Weil mot ze bruik your place ? 

For truly I fell neir accept it ; 
Quoth he, Feynd fa the lyar r s face^ 

But zit ze may be blyth to get it. 

Then up fcho gat a meikle rung ; 

And the gudeman. made to the dore, 
Quoth he, Dame, I fall hald my tangj, 

foe an. we fecht I'll get the war* 



i 3 o SCOTS SONGS, 

Quoth he, When I formke my plewch, 

I trow I but formke my flail : 
Then I will to my plewch again j 

For I and this houfe will nevir do weil. 



Bannocks of Barley-meal. 

MY name is Argyll : you may think it ftrange, 
To live at the court, and never to change 5 
All falfehocd and flatt'ry I do difdain; 
In my fecret thoughts no deceit ihall remain : 
In liege or in battle I ne'er was difgrac'd j 
I always my king and my country have fac'd ; 
I'll do any thing for my country's well, 
I'd live upo' bannocks .0' barley-meal. 

Adieu to the courtiers of London town, 
For to my ain country I will gang downj 
At the fight of Kirkaldy ance again, 
I'll cock up my bonnet, and march amain. 
O the muckle de'il tak a' your noife and ftrifey 
I'm fully refoiv'd for a country life, , 

Where a' the bra' lafles, wha kens me welly 
Will feed me wi' bunncckb o' barley- meal. 

I'll quickly lay down my fword and my gun, 
And I'll put my plaid and my bonnet on, 
Wi' my plaiding {lockings and leather-heel'd fhoon 5 
They'll mak me appear a fine fprightly loon. 
And when I am dreft thus frae tap to tae, 
Ham<L to my Maggie I think for to gae,. 
Wi' my claymore hinging down to my beeL, 
To, whang at the bannocks o' barley-meaL 



SCOTS SONGS. 131 

I'll buy a fine prefent to bring to my dear, 
A pair of fine garters for Maggie to wear, 
And fome pretty things elfe, I do declare, 
When flie gangs wi' me to Paifley fair. 
And whan we are married we'll keep a cow, 
My Maggie fall milk her, and I will plow : 
We'll live a' the winter on beef and lang-kail, 
And whang at the bannocks of barley-meal. 

* If my Ma gg i e fhou'd chance to bring me a fon, 
He's fight for his king, as his daddy has done ; 
I'll fend him to Flanders fome breeding to learn, 
Syne hame into Scotland and keep a farm. 
And thus -we'll live and induftrious be, 
And wha'll be fae great as my Maggie and me j 
"We'll foon grow as fat as a Norway feal, 
Wi' feeding on bannocks o' barley-meal. 

Adieu to you citizens every ane, 
Wha jolt in your coaches to Drury-lane ; 
You bites of Bear-garden who fight for gains, 
And you fops who have got more wigs than brains 5 
You cullies and bullies, I'll bid you adieu, 
For whoring and fwearing I'll leave it to you ; 
Your woodcock and pheafant, your duck and your tea!„ 
I'll leave them for bannocks o' barley-meal. 

I'll leave aff killing a citizen's wife, 
I'm fully refolv'jd for a country life ; 
Killing and toying, I'll fpend the lang day, 
Wi' bonny young laffes on cocks of hay ; 
Where each clever lad gives his bonny lafs 
A kifs and a tumble upo' the green grafs. 
Til awa' to the Highlands as fall's I can reel, 
And whang at the bannocks o 5 barley-meal. 



z 3 2 SCOTS SONG S, 



No Dominies for me, laddie, 

IChAnc'd to meet an airy blade, 
A new-made pulpiteer, laddie, 
With cock'd-up hat and powder'd wig, 

Black coat and cuffs fu' clear, laddie ■$ 
A long cravat at him did wag, 

And buckles at his knee, laddie ; 
Says he, My heart, by Cup id's- dart, - 
Is captivate to thee, laffie. 

I'll rather chufe to thole grim death •; 

So ceafe and let toe be, laddie : 
For ■'vhat ? fays he 3 Good trcth, faid I, 

No dominies for me, laddie. 
Mmiiters' itipends are uncertain rents 

For ladies' conjunct- fee, laddie ; 
When books and gowns are all cried down, 

No dominies for me, laddie. 

But for your fake I'll fleece the flock, 

Grow rich as I grow auld, laffie ; 
If I be fparM I'll be a laird, 

And thou's be Madam call'd, laffie. 
But what if ye fliou'd chance to die, 

Leave bairns, ane or twa, laddie ? 
Naething wad be refervM for them 

But hair-moul'd books to gnaw, laddfe. 

At this he angry was, I wat, 

He gloom' d and look'd fir* high, laddie i 
When I perceived this, in hafte 

I left my dominie, laddie. 



SCOTS SONGS. 

*& are ye well, my charming maid, 
This leffon learn of ine, laille, 

At the next offer hold him fait, 

That firft makes love to thee, laflie. 

Then I returning hame again, 

And coming down the town, laddie, 

By my good luck I charlcM to meet 

, A gentleman dragoon, laddie ; 

And he took me by baith the hands, 
'Twas help in time of need, laddie. 

^Fools on ceremonies ftand, 

At twa words we agreed, laddie. 

'He led me to his quarter-houfe, 

Where we exchang'd a word, laddie : 
'We had nae ufe for black-gowns there, 

We married o'er the fword, laddie. 
•Martial drums is mufic fine, 

Compar'd wi' tinkling bells, laddie 5 
-Gold, red and blue, is more divine 

Than black, the hue of hell, laddie. 

Kings, queens, and princes, crave the aid . 

Of my brave ftout dragoon, laddie ; 
While dominies are much employed 

'Bout whores and fackloth gowns, laddie, 
Away wi' a' thefe whining loons ; 

They look like, Let me be, laddie : 
I've more delight in roaring guns j 

No dominies for me, laddie. 

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SCOTS S N G S, 



Jamie gay. 

AS J A m i E gay gang'd blyth Ills way 
Along the river Tweed, 
A bonny lafs as e'er was feen, 

Came tripping o'er the mead. 
The hearty fwain, untaught to feign, 

The buxom nymph furvey"d, 
And full of glee as lad could be, 
Befpoke the pretty maid. 

Dear Laffie tell, why by thinefell 

Thou haft'ly wand'reft here. 
My ewes, (lie cry'd, are (baying' wide* 

Canft tell me, laddie, where ? * 
To town I'll hie, he made reply, 

Some meikle fport to fee^ 
<But thou'rt fo fweet, fo trim and neat, 

I'll feek the ewes with thee. 

She gi'm her hand, nor made a ftaiid, 

But lik'd the youth's intent ; 
O'er hill and dale, o'er plain and vale 

Right merrily they went. 
The birds Cang fweet, the pair to greet, 

And flowers bloom'd around ? 
And as they walk'd, of love they talk'd, 

And joys which lovers crown'd. 

And now the fun had rofe to ncos. 

The zenith of his power, 
When to a fhade their, fteps they made, 

To pafo the mid-day hour. 



g C O T S S O N G & 135 

v The bonny lad rowd in Ills plaid 
The lafs, who fcorn'd to frown ; 
She foon forgot the ewes ihe fought, 
And he to gang to town, 



Pve been Courting. 

}''VE beeiv courting at a lafs 
Thefe twenty days and mair 5 
Her father winna gi'e me her, 
She has fick a gleib of gear. 
But gin I had her where I wou'd 

Amang the hether here, 
I'd drive to win her kindnefs,. 
For a' her father's care. 

For fhe's a bonny fonfy lafs, 

An armsfu', I fwear ; 
I wou'd marry her without a coat. 

Or e'er a plack o" gear. 
For, truft me, when I faw her firft, 

She gae me fick a wound, 
That a' the doctors i 1 the earth 

Can never mak me found. 

For when fhe's abfent frae my fight, 

I think upon her ftill j 
And when I fleep, or when I wake,. 

She does my fenfes fill. 

M-2- 



i 3 6 SCOTS SONG 

May Heavens guard the bonny lafs 

That fweetens a' my life ^ 
And fliame fa' me gin e'er I fesic 

Anither for my wife. 



My Heart's my aia, 

5 HP IS nae very tang finfyne, 

-*■ That I had a lad of my ain$ 
But now he's awa' to anither, 

And left me a' my lain. 
The lafs he's courting has filler, 

And I hae nane at a' ; 
And 'tis nought but the love of the tocher 

That's tane my lad awa'. 

But Vm blyth, that my heart's my ai% 

And I'll keep it a' my life, 
Until that I meet wi' a lad 

Who has fenfe to wale a good wife, 
For though I fay't myfeli, 

That fhcn'd nae fay't, 'tis true, 
The lad that gzU me for a wife, 

He'll ne'er hae occafion to rue. 

I gang ay fou clean and fou tofh,. 

As a' the neighbours can tell ; 
Though I've feldom a gown on my back> 

But fick as 1 fpin myfeli. 
And when I am clad in my curtfey, 

I think myfeli as braw 
As St i r , wi' a' her pe-.rling 

That's tane my i&d awa', 






S COTS S Q N G S, j-37 

Sut I wifh they were buckled together, 

And may they live happy for life ; 
Tho' Willie does- flight me, and's left me, 

The chield he deferves a good wife. 
But, O ! I'm blyth that I've mlfs'd blm t 

As blyth as I weel can be ; 
For ane that's fae.keen o' the filler 

Will ne'er agree wi' me. , 

But as the truth is, I'm hearty, 

I hate to be fcrimpltor fcant ; 
The wis thing I hae, I'll make ufe o't 3 

And nae ane about me (hall want. " 
For I'm a good guide o' the warld r 

I ken when toha'd and to gie ; 
For w hinging and cringing for filler 

Will ne'er agree wi' me. 

Contentment is better- than riches, 

An' he wha has that has enough | 
The mafter is feldom fae happy 

Aa'Ro b 1 n that drives the plough. 
But if a young lad wou'd cafl up,^ 

To make me his partner for life y 
If the chiekl has the fenfe to be happy,, 

Hell fa 5 on his feet for a wife. - 



My Wife's in'en the Gee. 

A Friend of mine came here yeftreen, 
And he. wcif d hae me down 
To drink a bottle of ale wi' "him.-' 
In the nieft borrows town. 



nS SCOTS SON^S^ 

But, O ! indeed, it was, Sir, 

Sae far the war for me ; 
For lang or e'er that I came hame^ 

My wife had ta'en the gee. 

We fat fae late, and drank fae flout. 

The truth I tell to you. 
That lang or e'er midnight came. 

We were a' roaring fou. 
My wife fits at the fire-fide ; 

And the tear blinds ay her ee r 
The ne'er a bed will fhe gae to; 

But fit and tak the.- gee. 

In the morning foon, when I came dow^ 

The ne'er a word fhe fpake ; 
But mony a fad and four look, 

And ay her head fhe'd fhake. 
My dear, quoth 1, what aileth thee 7 . 

To look fae four on me? 
Ill never do the like again i 

If you'll never tak the gee. 

When that fhe heard, fhe ran,, fhe ftarg. 

Her arms about my neck ; 
And twenty kiffes in a crack, 

And, poor wee thing, fhe grat. - 
If you'll ne'er do the like againj 

But bide at hame wi v me, 
111 lay my life Ife be the wife 

That's never tak the gee.. 



S C O' T S S O N G & 



Wallifou fa' the Cat. 

THERE was a bonnie wi' laddie, 
Was keeping a bonny whine iheeg ; 
There was a bonnie wee laffie, 



"Was wading the water fae deep.. 

And a little above her knee ; , 
The laddie cries unto the lailie, 

Come down Tweedilde to me* 

And when I gade down Tweed-fide^. 

I heard, I dinna ken what, 
.1 heard ae wife fay. t' anither r 

Wallifou fa' the cat.; 
Wallifou fa' the cat, 

She's bred the houfe an wan ea£e ? 
She's open'd the am'ry door, 

And eaten up a' the cheefe. 

She's eaten up a' the cheefe, 

O' the kebbuk (he's no left a bit; 
She's dung down the bit fkate on the bvzze f 

And 'tis fa' en in the fowen kit j 
'Tis out o' the fowen. kit, 

And 'tis into the maiiter-can .5. 
It will be fae fiery fa't, 

? Twill poifon our goodman,- 



39 



24 o s C O T s- fca^te*. 



Here awa', tHere awa\ 

HERE awa', there awa', here awa'' WiiliE ? 
Here awa*,' there awa', here awa' hame ; 
I*ang have I fought thee, dear- have I" bought theej 
How I have gotten my Willie again. 

Thro' the lang muir I have follow'd my Willie, 
Thro' the lang muir I have folio w'd him hame,,, 
Whatever, betide us, nought mail divide us j 
Love now rewards all my forrow and pain. 

Here awa 1 ; there awa', here awa", Willie,.. 
Here awa', there awa', here awa' hame, 
Come Love, believe me, nothing can grieve mey 
Ilka thing pleafes while Willie's at hame. 



Drap of Cape — O. 

THERE liv'd a wife in our gate- end, 
She lo'ed a drap of capie— ? _ 
And all the gear that e'er me gat, 
She- ilipt it in her gabie---0» 

Upon a frofty winter's night, 
The wife had got a drapie--O r 

And fhe had piih'd her coats fae weil^',. 
She could not find the patie— -O. . 

But (he's awa* to her goodman, 

They caM him Tamie L a m i e — 0> 

Cae ben and fetch the cave to me^, 
That I. may get a dramie.— Q» 



SCOTS S O N" G S. i 4 t 

T A m i e was an honeft man, 

Himfelf he Look a drapie — O r 
It was nae weil out o'er his craig, 

Till ihe was on his tapie-— O. 

She paid him weil, baith back and fidcy 

And fair me creifn'd his backie— -O, 
And made his fkin baith blue and black, 

And gar'd his fhoulders crackle— Q. 

Then he's awa' to the malt barn, 

And he has ta'en a pockie— G, 
He put her in, baith head and tail, 

And cafl her o'er his backie— O. 

The carling fpurn'd wi' head and feet, 
I The carle he was fae ackie— -O, 
! To ilka wall that he came by, 

He gar'd her head play knackie— 0» 

Goodman, I think you'll murder me, 

My brains you out will knockie— -0, 
He gi'd her ay the other hitch, 

Lie {till, you devil's buckie---0. 

Goodman, I'm like to make my burn^ 

O let me out, good Tam i e— O ; 
Then he fet her upon a ftane, 

And bade her pifh a damie — O. 

Then Tamie took her aff the ftane ? . 

And put her in the pockie— O, 
And when Ihe did begin to fpurn, 

He lent her ay a knockie- --Q. 

; Away he went to the mill-dam, 
And there ga v e her a duckie---Q.. i> 



i 4 2 S C O T S S O N" G Si 

And ilka chiel that had a ftick, 

Play'd thump upon her backie--- 0> 

And when he took her" liame again, 
He did hhig up the pockie---0, 

At her bed-fide, as I hear fay, 
Upon a little knagie— O. 

And ilka day that me up-rofe, 
In naithing but her fmockie---0, 

Sae foon as (lie look'd o'er the bed* 
She might behold the pockie— O; 

Now all ye men, feaith far and near,. 

That have a drunken tutie— O, 
Buck you your wives hi time of year, 

And I'll lend you the poekie — O, 

The wife did live for nineteen years, 
And was fu' frank and cuthie-— O, 

And ever fmce fhe got the duck, 
She never had; me drouthie— O; 

At 1 aft the carling chanc'd to die, 
And Tamie did her bury---Q, 

Aud for the publlek- benefit, 

He has gar'd print the curie- --0. 

And this he did her motto make ; 

Here lies an honeft luckie---0, 
Who never left the drinking trade, 

UjitiLihegot a.duckie— 0» 



SCOTS SONGS. .1,1,} 



W i L l i e W i n k i e's Tefhmeut, 

MY daddy left me gear enough, 
A couter, and an aukl beam-plough, 
A nebbed ftaff, a nutting-tyne, 
A filhiiig wand with hook and line; 
'With twa auld (tools, and a dlrt-houfe, 
-A jerkenet Tcarce worth a loufe, 
An auld patt, that wants the lug, 
A fpurtle and a fowen mug. 

A hempken heckle, and a mell, 
iA tar-horn, and a weather's bell, 
A muck-fork, and an auld peet-cree!, 
The fpakes of our auld fpiuning- wheel. 
A pair of branks, yea, and a faddle, 
With our auld brunt and broken laddie, 
A whang-bit, and a fiiiifle-bit ; 
-■Chear up, my bairns, and dance a fit. 

A flailing-ftaff and a timmer fpit, 
An auld kirn and a hole in it, 
Yarn- winnles, and a reel, 
A fetter- lock, a trump of ft eel, 
A whittle, and a tup-horn fpoon, 
With an auld pair of clouted moon, 
A timmer fpade, and a gleg (hear, 
A bonnet for my bairns to wear. 

A timmer tong, a broken cradle, 
The pillion of an auid car-faddle, 
A gullie-knife, and a horfe-waiTd, 
A mitten for the left Jiand, 






i 4 4 SCOTS SON G S. 

With an auld broken pan of brafs, 
With an auld fark that wants the arfe } 
An auld -band, and a hoodling how, 
I hope, my bairns, ye're a well now. 

Aft have 7 borne ye on my back, 
With a 7 this riff-raff in my pack ; 
And it was a 1 for want of gear, 
That gart me fteal Mefs Jo h n's grey mare 
Bur now, my bairns, what ails ye now ? 
For ye ha'e liaigs enough to plow ; 
And hcfe and moon fit for your feet, 
Chear up, my bairns, and dinna greet. 

Then with myfel I did advife, 
My daddy's gear for to comprize ', 
Some neighbours I caM in to fee 
What gear my daddy left to me. 
They fat three quarters of a year, 
Comprizing of my daddy's gear ; 
And when they had gi'en a' their vote?, 
5 Twas fcarcely a' worth four pounds Scots. 



The Ploughman. 

THE ploughman he^s a bonny lad/ 
And a' his wark's at leifure, 
-And when that he comes hame at ev'n, 
He kiffes me wi' pleafure. 

Up wPt itovj) my ploughman lad y 
Up xv ft now, my ploughman ; 
Of cC the lads that I do fee, 

Commend me to the ploughman* 



"SCOTS SO N-G S. 145 

"Now the blooming fpring comes on, 

He takes his yoking early, 
-And whittling o'er the furrow'd land, 

He goes to fallow clearly j 
Up vjpt now, &c. 

"Whan my ploughman comes hame at ev'n-y 

He's often wet and weary ; 
Caft afF the wet, put on the dry, 

And gae to bed, my deary. 
Up wPt 7201V, &c. 

I will wafli my ploughman's hdfe, 

And I will warn- his o'erlay, 
And I will make my ploughman's bed. 
And chear him late and early, 
Merry butt, and merry ben, 
Merry is my ploughman ; 
Of d 1 the trades that I do ken, 
Commend me to the ploughman, 

-Plough you hill, and plough you dale, 

Plough you faugh and fallow, 
Who winna drink the ploughman's health, 

Is but a dirty fellow. 
Merry butt, and, &c„ 



The Tailor. 

THE tailor came to clout the claife f 
Sick a braw fellow, 
He filPd the houfe a' fou of fleas, 
Daffin down, and daffin down, 
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I4 6 SCOTS St) N G S". 

He fill'd the houfe a' fou of fleas, 
Daffin down and dilly. 

The lalHe flept ayont the fire, 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
Oh ! fhe was a' his heart's defire ; 

Daffin down, and daffin down j 
Oh ! fhe was a 1 his heart's defire : 

Daffin down and dilly. 

The lafue (he fell fall afleep j 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
The tailor clofe to her did creep j 

Daffin down, and daffin down ; 
The tailor clofe to her did creep j 

Daffin down and dilly. 

The laffie waken' d in a fright ; 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
Her maidenhead had taen the flight j 

Daffin down, and daffin down ; 
Her maidenhead had taen the flight; 

Daffin down and dilly. 

Shs fought it butt, fhe fought it ben; 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
And in beneath the ciocken-hen ; 

Daffin down, and daffin down; 
And in beneath the clocken-hen ; 

Daffin down and dilly. 

She fought it in the owfen-flaw ; 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
No, faith, quo" fhe, it's quite awa' ; 

Daffin down, and daffin down, 



SCOTS- SONGS. 147 

Ka, faith, quo' (he, it?§ quite awa' j 
Daffin down and dilly. 

She fought it 'yont tiie knocking ftane ; 
Sic a braw hiffey 1 
[ Some day, quo' me, 'twill gang its lane ; 
Daffin down, and daffin down ; 
Some day, quo' Jhe, 'twill gang its lane 5 
Daffin down and dilly. 

' She ca'd the taylor to the court $ 

Sic a braw hhTey ! 
And a' the young men round about ; 
Daffin down, and daffin down : 
And a' the young men round about j 
a Daffin down and dilly. 

She gard the tailor pay a fine 5 

Sic a braw hhTey ! 
Gie me my maidenhead agen ; 

Daffin down, and daffin down 5 
Gie me my maidenhead agen ; 

Daffin down and Silly. 

O what way wad ye hae't agen ? 

Sic a braw hiffey ! 
Oh ! juft the way that it was taen ; 

Daffin down, and daffin down j 
Oh ! juft the way that it was taenj 

Daffin down and dilly. 

* 
N 2 



i 4 8 SCOTS S ON G S, 



The maid gaed^ to the Mill. 

f | "* H E maid's gane to the mill by night, 
-*■ Hech hey, fae wanton j 
The maid's gane to the mill by night, 

Hey fae wanton fhe ; 
She's fworn by moon and ftars fae bright,. 
That fhe mould hae her. corn ground, 
That fhe fhould hae her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free, 

Out then came the miller's man, 

Hech hey, fae wanton j 
Out then came the miller's man, 

Hey fae wanton he ; 
He fware he'd do the beft he can,. 
For to get her -corn ground, 
for to get her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

He put his hand about her neck, 

Hech hey, fae wanton j 
He put his hand about her neck, 

Hey fae wanton he ; ^ 

He dang her down upon a fack, 
.And there fhe got her corn ground,. 
And there fhe got her corn ground,. 

Mill and multure free. 

When other maids gaed out to play, 

Hech hey, fae wanton j, 
When other maids gaed out to play? 

Hey fae wantonlie 3 



SCOTS SONGS. 149 

She figh'd and fobb'd, and wadnae flay, 
Becaufe flie'd' got her corn ground, 
Becaufe flie'd got her corn ground, 
Mill and multure free. 

When forty weeks were paft and gane, 

Hech hey, fae wanton : 
When forty weeks were pail and gane, 

Hey fae wantonlie ; 
This maiden had a braw lad-bairn, 
Becaufe (he'd got her corn ground, 
Becaufe fhe'd got her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

Her nf ther bade her caft it out, 

Hech hey, fae wanton j 
Her mither bade her call it out, 

Hey fae wantonlie ; 
It was the miller's dully clout, 
For getting of her corn ground, 
Tor getting of her corn ground, 

Mill and multure free. 

Her father bade her keep it in, 

Hech hey, fae wanton ; 
Her father bade her keep it in, 

Hey fae wantonlie, 
It was the chief of w her kin, 
Becaufe fhe'd got her corn ground, 
Becaufe flie'd got her corn ground. 

Mill and multure free. 

N % 



isO SCOTS SON G S,. 



The brilk young Lad, 

THERE came a young man to my daddie's doop^. 
My daddie's door, my daddie's door, 
There came a young man -to my daddie's door, 
Came feeking ins to woo. 
And wow but he zvas a braw young lad, 
A brijk young lad, and a braw young Ja%,} 
And wow but he, was a braw young lad 7 , 
Ca7ne feeking me to woo. 

But I was baking when he came, 
When he came, when he came ; 
I took him in and gas him a fcone^ 
To thow his frozen mou\ 
And iuow„ but, &c. 

I fet him in alkie the bink, 
I gae him bread, and ale to drink^ 
And ne r er a blyth ftyme wad he blinkj 
Until his wame was fou. 
And wow but, %c. 

Gae, get ye gone, ye cauldrife wooer s 
Ye four-looking, cauldrife wooer, 
1 ftraightway fliow'd him to the door, 
Saying, Come nae mair to woo. 

And wow but, &c, 

There lay a duck- dub before the door,, 
Before the door, before the door, 
There lay a duck-dub before the door. 
And there fell he I trow. 
And wow. but) &cv 



SCOTS SONGS. r5i 

Out came the goodman, and high he fhouted, 
Out came the goodwife, and low (lie louted, 
And a' the town-neighbours were gather'd about it, 
And there lay he I trow. 

And ivow hut, &c. 

Then out came I, and fneer'd and fmird,. 
Ye came to woo, but ye*re a' beguil'd, 
Ye'ave fa'en i 7 the dirt, and" ye're a befylVJL 
Well hae nae mak» of you, 
And wovj but, &c 



The Surprife. 

I Had a horfe, and I had nae mair, 
I gat him frae my daddy ; 
My purfe was light, and my heart was fakj. 

But my wit it was fu* ready. 
And fae I thought upon a wile, 

Outwittens of my daddy, 
To fee myfell to a lowland laird^ 
Who had a bonny lady. 

I wrote a letter, and thus begam, 

Madam, be not offended, 
I'm o'er the lugs in love wi' you, 

And care not tho' ye-kend it, 
Wmr I get little frae the laird, 

And far lefs frae my daddy,. 
And I would blythly be the man- 

"Would ftrive to pleafe my lady. 



i 5 i S C O T S S O'N-G-Si 

She read my letter, and me leucfr, 

Ye needna been fae blate, man % 
You 'might hae come to me yourfell, 

And tald me o' your date, man : 
You might hae come to me yourfell, 

Outwittens of your daddy, 
And made John Gouckston of the laird. 

And kifs'd his bonny lady. 

Then flie pat filler in my purfe, 

We drank wine in a cogie ; 
She fee'd a man to rub my horfe, 

And wow but I was vogie : 
Eut I gat ne'er fae fair a fieg 

Since I came frae my daddy, 
The laird came rap rap to the yate, 

Whan I was wi' his lady. 

Then me pat me below a chair, 

And hap r d me wi' a plaidie j 
But I was like to fwarf wi' fear, 

And wifli'd me wi' my daddy. 
The laird went out, he faw na me, 

I went whan I was ready : 
I promis'd, but I ne'er gade back 

To fee his bonny lady. 



The Mariner's Wife. 

BU T are you fure the news is true ? 
And are you fure he's weel ? 
Is this a time to think o' wark ? 
Ye jades, fling by your wheel* 



SCOTS SONGS. 153 

There's nae luck about the hoitfe r 

There's nae luck at a\ 
There's nae luck about the houfe- 

When our goodmarfs azva?'. 

Is this a time to think of wark, 

When Colin's at the door ? 
Rax me my cloak, I'll down the key, 

And fee him come afhore* 
There's nae lucky &c. 

Rife up, and mak a clean- fire-fide,. 
I Put on the muckle pat ; 
€ie little Kate her cotton gown> 
And Jock his Sunday's coat. 
There's nae lucky &c. 

Mak their fhoon as black as flaes, 

Their fiockings white as fnawj 
It*s a' to pleaflire our goodman, 

He likes to fee them braw. 
There's nae luck, &c. 

There are twa hens into the crib,. 

Have fed this month and mair, 
Make hafte and thraw their necks about, 

That Colin weil may fare. 
There 1 s nae lucky &c. 

Bring down to me my bigonet, 

My bifhop-fattin gown, 
And then gae tell the Bailie's wife, 

That Colin's ccme to town, 



154 SCOTS SONG S, 

My Turkey flippers I'll put on, 

My {lockings pearl blue, 
And a' to pleafure our goodman, 

For he's baith leel and true. 
There's nae luck, &c. 

Sae fweet his voice, fae fmooth his tongue, 

His breath's like cauler air, 
His very tread has mufic in't 

As he comes up the flair. 
There's nae luck, &c. 

And will I fee his face again, 

And will I hear him fpeak ? 
I'm downright dizzy with the joy, 

In troth I'm like to greet! 
There's nae luck, &c. 



The Gawkie. 

'DLYTH young Bess to Jean did fay, 
-*-' Will ye gang to yon funny brae, 
Where flocks do feed, and herds do ftray, 

And fport a while wi' Jam ie ? 
Ah na, lafs, I'll no gang there, 
Nor about Jamie tak nae care, 
Nor about J A m j e tak nae care 5 
For he's ta'en up wi' Maggie. 

For hark, and I will tell you, lafs, 
Did I not fee your Jamie pafs, 



SCOTS SONGS. 

Wi' muckle gladnefs in his face, 

Out o'er the muir to Maggie. 
I wat he gae her mony a kifs, 
And Maggie took them ne'er amifs ; 
Tween ilka fmack pleas'd her wi' this, 
. That Bess was but a gawkie. 

For whenever a civil kifs I feek, 

She turns her head, and thraws her cheek, 

And for an hour (he'll fcarcely fpeakj 

Who'd not ca' her a gawkie ? 
But fure my Maggie has mair fenfe, 
She'll gie a fcore without offence : 
Now gi'e me ane unto the menfe, 

And ye mall be my dawtie. 

O Jam i e, ye hae mony tane, 
But I. will never (land for ane 
Or twa, when we do meet again, 

Sae ne'er think me a gawkie. 
Ah na, lafs, that can ne'er be, 
Sick thoughts as thefe are far frae me, 
Or ony thy fweet face that fee, 

E'er to think thee a gawkie. 

But, whifh't, nae mair of this we'll fpeak ? 
For yonder Jamie does us meet ; 
Inftead ofMtG he kifs'd fae fweet, 
I trow he likes the gawkie. 

dear Bess, I hardly knew, 

When I came by, your gown's fae new, 

1 think you've got it wat wi' dew. 

Quoth fhe, That's like a gawkie. 



156 SCOTS SONGS. 

It's wat wl' dew, and 'twill get rain, 
And I'll get gowns when it is gane, 
Sae ye may gang the gate you came, 

And tell it to your ,dawtie. 
The guilt appear'd in Jam i e's cheekj 
He cry'd, O cruel maid, but fweet, 
If I fhould gang another gate, 

I ne'er could meet my dawtie. 

The lafTes fall frae him they flew, 
And left poor Jamie (air to rue, 
That ever Maggie's face he knew, 

Or yet ca'd Bess a gawkie. 
As they gade o'er the muir they fang, 
The hills and dales with echoes rang, 
The hills and dales with echoes rang, 

Gang o'er the muir to Maggie. 



The Shepherd's Son. 

THERE was a fhepherd's Ton, 
Kept fheep upon a hill, 
He laid his pipe and crook afide, 
And there he fiept his fill. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

He looked eaft, he looked weft, 

Then gave an under-look, 
And there he fpied a lady fair,, 

Swimming in a brook, 
Sing, Fal deral, &c« 



SCOTS SO N G S, 

IHe rals'd his head frae his green bed, 
And then approach'' d the maid, 

^ut on your -claiths, my dear, he fays. 
And be ye not afraid. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

^Tis fitter for a lady fail?, 

To few her fiiken feam, 
Thau to get up in a May morning. 

And drive againft the flream. 
Sing, Fal deral, Sec. 

If you'll ftot touch my mantle, 

And let my claiths alane ; 
Then 111 give you as much moneyj 

As you can carry "hame* 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

=0 ! I'll not touch your mantle, 
And I'll let your claiths alane ; 

But Til tak you out of the clear wateA 
My dear, to be my ain, 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

And when (lie out of the water came, 

He took her in his arms j 
-Put on your claiths, my dear, he fays, 

And hide thofe lovely charms. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

He mounted her on a milk-white freed 1 ) 

Himfelf upon anither j 
And all along the way they rode, 
Like filler and like ferither. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 
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i 5 8 SCOTS SONG 

When fhe came to her father's yate, 

She tirled a^the pin ; 
And ready froccl tlie porter there, 

To let this fair maid in. 



And when the gate was opened, 

So nimbi y's fhe whipt in ; 
Pough ! you're a fool without, fhe fays, 

And Tm a maid within. 
Sing, Fal deral, Sec. 

Then fare ye well, my modeft boy, 
I thank you for your care ; 

But had you done what you fhould do, 
I ne'er had left you there. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

Oh ! Til caft aff my hofe and fhoom 

And let my feet gae bare, 
And gin I meet a bonny lafs, 

Hang me, if her I fpare. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

In that do as you pleafe, fhe fays. 

But you (hall never more 
Have the fame opportunity ; 

With that fhe fhut the door. 
Sing, Fal deral, &c. 

There is a gude auld proverb, 

I've often heard it told, 
He that would not when he might, 

He fhould not when lie would. 

Sing, Fal deral, Sec. 



SCOTS SONGS. 159 



Get up and bar the Door, 

ITT fell about the Martinmas time, 
A And a gay time it was then, 
When our goodwife got puddings to make, 
And me's boil'd them in the pan. 

The wind fae cauld blew fouth and north.,. 
I And blew into the floor : 
j Quoth our goodmaii, to our gcodwife ? 
" Gae out and bar the door." 

I My hand is in my hufTy'f fknp, 
• Goodman, as ye may fee, 
Wm it fhou'd nae be barr'd this hundred year, 
Its no be barr'd for me." 

They made a pa&ian 'tween them twa, 
They made it firm and fure ; 
: JThat the firft word whae'er fhou'd (peak, 
Shou'd rife and bar the door. 

Then by there camfi two gentlemen, 

At twelve o'clock at night, 
'.And they could neither fee hcufe nor hall, 

Nor coal nor candle light. 

Now, whether is this a rich man's hotife* 

Or whether is it a poor ? 
But never a word wad ane o' them fpeak ? 

For barring of the door. 

And firft they ate the white puddings,, 
And then they ate the blacjc j 
Q a 






i6o SCO T S S O N G S. 

Though muckle thought the goodwife to he.rf^l^ 
Yet ne'er a,, word fhe fpake. 

Then faid the one unto the other, 

<-' Here, man, tak ye my knife, 
Do ye tak aff.the auld man's beard,,. 

And I'll kifs the goodwife." 

u But there's nae water in the houfe, 

And what iliail we do than ?" 
*' What ails ye at the pudding broo, 

That boils into the pan ? JV 

O up then flartecl our goodman, 

An angry man was he 5 
" Will ye kifs my wife before my eeiij 

And fcald me wi' pudding bree ?" 

Then up and ftarted our goodwife, 

Gied three ikips on the floor; 
il Goodman, you've fpoken the foremoft word, 

Gee up and bar the door." 



o 



Had g»' frae me, Donald. 
WILL you hae ta tartan plaid, 



Or .-will you hae ta ring, Mattam? 
Or will you hae ta kifs o' me ? 

And dats ta pretty ting, Mattam, 
Kad awa', bide awa', 

Had awa' frae me, Donald ; 
I'll neither kifs nor hae a ring, 

Kae tartan plaids for me. DonAlb. 



SCOTS SONGS. 161 

fee you not her ponny progues, 

Her fecket plaid, piew, creen, Mattam-? 
Her twa fhort hofe, and her twa fpoigs. 

And a fhoulter-pelt apeen, Mattam ? 
Had awa*, bide awa', 

Had awa' frae me, Donald ; 
Nae moulder- belts, riafe trinkabouts, 

1 Nae tartan hofe for me, Donald .. 

'Hur can pefhaw a petter hongh 

Tan him wha wears ta crown, Mattam > 
Herfell hae piftol and claymore 

To file ta lallant lown, Mattam;. 
Had awa', had awa' r 

Had awa' frae me, Donald ; 
For a' your houghs and warlike arms, 

You're no a match for me, Donald;, 

Hurfell hae a fliort coat pi pote, 

No trail my feets at rin, Mattam ■$ 
A cutty fark of good ham meet, 

My mitter he be fpin, Mattam. 
Had awa 1 , had awa 1 , 

Had awa' frae me, Donald; 
Cae name and hap your naked honghs r 

And fafh.nae- mair. \vi' me, Dona ld.. 

le's neir pe pidden work a turn 

At ony kind- o' fpin, Mattam, 
But mug your lenno in a fcull, 

And tidel highland fing, Mattam* 
Kad awa 1 , had awa', 

Had awa 1 , frae me, Dona ld 5. 
O 3 



i6x -SCOTS SO N"G. £ 

Your jogging fculls and highland fang 

Will found but- harfh wi' me, Donald* 

In ta morning when him rife 

Ye's get frefli whey for tea, M attain "j 
Sweet milk an. ream as much you pleafe^ . 

Fan cheaper tan pohea, Mattam, 
Had awa', had awa', 

Had awa 1 frae me, Donald j 
I winna quit my morning's tea, 

Your whey will ne'er agree, Donald 

Haper Gallic ye's be learn, 

And tats ta ponny fpeak, Mattam £ 
Ye's get a cheefe, an putter-kirn, 

Come wi' me kin ye. like, Mattam. 
Had awa', had awa', 

Had awa' frae me, Do n a ld ; 
Y our Gallic and your Highland chear 

Will ne'er gae down wi' me, Dona hja,.. 

Fait, ye's pe ket a filder proch 

Pe pigge.r then the moon, Mattam j 
Ye's ride in curroch {lead o' coach, 

An wow put ye'll.pe fine, Mattam* 
Had awa', had awa', 

Had awa' frae me, Don al ; d j 
For a' your Highland rarities 

You're not a match for me, Dona l&» 

"W hat's tis ta way ts£ ye'll pe kind 
To, a protty man Jike me, Mattam? 

Sae langs claymore pe. 'po my lide, 
I ? U ne%r marry tee, MatfciHfc 



f, COTS SONG S| i6 } 

4b ccme awa', run awa', 

O come awa' wi' me, Donald y 
i v/adna quit my Highland man ; 

Frae Lai land & let me free, Donald. 



The Dreg $ong 

R'AD'E to London yefrerday 

On a crucket hay-cock, 
' Hay-cock, quo 1 the feale to the eel,. 
dock nae I my tail weel,?. 
TaU»we.el, or if hare, 
Hunt the dog frae the deer, 
Hunt the dog frae the deil-drunr|. 
Kend ye naJoHNY You pp ? ■ 
Joha ; Young and John Aul& 
Strove about the moniefald ; 
Jemmy Jimp and Js-n.ny JeujS 
Bought a pair of jimpdeus,, 
Wi' nineteen ftand of feet ; 
ICend ye nae white breek? 
White breek and fteei pike, 
pifs't, the lafs behind the dykej„. 
Kifi't the lafs behind. the dyke,. 
And fhe whalpet a bairnie ; 
Hey hou Harry, Harry, 
Mony a boat fkaii'd the ferry ? 
Mony a boat, mony a ihip j. 
Tell me a true note ; 
True note, true fong ? 
i*ve dxeg'd. o'er long^ 



r6 4 SCOTS SON G S, 

O'er lang, o'er late, 

Quo' the haddock to the fcate, 

Quo' the fcate to the eel, 

Cock na I rny tail weel ? 

Tail weel, and gins better, 

It's written in a letter : 

Andrew M.u rray faid to M e g ,. 

How many hens hae you wi' egg ? 

Steele the door and thraw the crook, 

Grape you and I Ye look ; 

Put in your finger in her dock. 

And fee gin fne lays thereout, 

She lays thereout days ane, 

Sae dis he days twa-, 

Say dis he days three, 

Sae dis he days four, 

Quo' the carle o' Aberdbur^ 

Aberdour,. Aberdeen, 

Grey claith to the green, 

Grey claith to the fands, 

Trip it, trip it through the lands y 

Thro' lands, or if hare, 

Hunt the dog frae the deer, 

Hunt the deer frae the dog^. 

Waken, waken, Willie Tod,, 

Willi c Tod,Willi£ Tay, 

Gleckit in the month of May, 

Month of May and Averile, 

Good ikill o' raiiins, 

Jentlens and f end ens, 

Jeery ory alie ; 

Weel row'd five men, 

As weel your ten. 



SCOTS SONGS. 165 

The oyfbers are a gentle kin, 

They winna tak unlefs you flng. 

Come buy my oyiters aff the bing, 

To ferve the merit!: and the king, 

And the commons o' the land,. 

And the commons o' the Tea j 

Hey benedicete, and that's good Latin. 



Pll chear up my heart. 

AS I was a walking ae May- morning, 
The fidlersandyoungfters were making their game > 
And there I faw my faithlefs lover, 
And a' my forrows returned again. 

Well, fince he is gane, joy gang wi* him 5 
It's never be he (hall gar me complain: 
I'll chear up my heart, and I will get another, 
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. 

I could na get fleeping yeftreen for weeping,. 
The tears ran down like mowers o' rain ; 
An' had na I got greiting my heart wad a broken } 
And O ! but love's a tormenting pain. 

But fince he is gane, may joy gae wi' hiffi> 
It's never be he that £hall gar me complain, 
I'll chear up my heart, and I will get another; 
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. 

When I gade into my mither^s new houfe ? 
I took my wheel and fate down to fpin - y 
>Twas there I tirft begaia.my thrift; 
A.nd a' the wooers came linking in, 



1 66 S C O T S S O N G S. 

It was gear he was feeking, but gear he'll na get j 
And its never be he that fhall gar me complain, 
For I'll chear up my heart, and I'll foon get another } 
I'll never lay a' my love upon ane. \ 



Robin Red-breaft. 

jT"^ U D E day now, bonny Robin, 
^— ' How lang have you been here ? 
O I have been bird about this buUi, 
This mair then twenty year ! 

But now I am the fickeft bird, 

, That ever fat on brier ; 
And I wad make my tefbament, 
Goodman, if ye wad hear. 

Gar tak this bonny neb o 1 mine, 
That picks upon the corn ; 

And gie't to the Duke of Hamilton 
To be a huntkig-horn. 

Gar tak thefe bonny feathers o' mine. 

The feathers o'my neb; 
And gie to the Lady o' Hamilton 

To fill a feather-bed. 

Gar tak this gude right-lego'' mine ? 

And mend the brig o' Tay ; 
It will be a poll, and pillar gude; 

It will neither bow nor - , 

And tak this other leg o 5 mine> 
And mend the brig: o' Weir! 



S C O T S S O N G S. 167 

It will be a poft and pillar gude ; / 
It'll neither bow nor fleer. 

Gar tak thefe bonny feathers o* mine. 

The feathers o' my tail ; 
And gie to the lads o' Hamilton 

To be a barn-flail. 

And tak thefe bonny feathers o' mine, 

The feathers o' my breaft; 
And gie to ony, bonny lad 

That'll bring to me a pried. 

Now in there came my Lady Wren, 

With mony a figh and groan y 
O what care I for a' the lads, 

If my wee lad be goae ? 

Then Robin turn'd him round about, 

E'en like a little king ; , f 

Go, pack ye out at my chamber-door, 
Ye little cutty quean. 



Let me in this ae night. 

OL A s s 1 e , art thou fleeping yet ; 
Or are you waking I would wit ? 
For love has bound me hand and foot, 
And I would fain be in, jo. 
let me in this ae night, this ae, ae, ae night, 
let me in this ae night, and Fit ne*er co?ne back again , j< 

I The morn it is the term-day, 

I maun away, I canna ftay, 



l6B SCO "TS SONG S* 

! pity me before I gae, 
And rife and let me in, jc 

C let me, &c. 

The night it is baith cauld and weet; 
The morn it will be maw and fleet, 
My (boon are frozen to my feet, 
Wi' {landing on the plain, jo. 
O let me, &c. 

1 am the laird of windy-wa's, 

I come na here without a caufe, 
And I hae gotten mony fa's 
Upon a naked wame, jo. 
O let me, &c. 

My father's wa'king on the ftreet, 

My mither the chamber-keys does keep ; 

My chamber-door does chirp and cheep, 

And T dare nae let you in, jo. 
X) gae your ways this ae night, this ae, ae, ae night, 
O gae your ways this ae nigkt.for I dare nae let you in, j<y* 

But Til come ftealing faftly in, 
And cannily make little din; 
And then the gate to you I'll find, 
If you'll but dlre£t me in, jo. 
O let me in, &c. 

Call aff the fhoen frae aif your fee, 

Call back the door up to the weet; 

Syne into my bed you may creep, 

And do the thing you ken, jo. 
O welPs me on this ae night, this ae, ae, ae night, 
O vjelPs me on this ae night, that ere I let you in^jQ-, 



S'C O T S S'O N "OS. j$f 

She lfct him in fae camiily, 
She let him in Hie privily, 
She let him in fae cannily, 
To do thing you ken, jo. 
?0 ivell's me, &c. 

But ere a' was done, and a' was faid, 

Out fell the bottom of the bed ; 

The laffie loft her maidenhead, 

And her mitlier heard the din, jo. 
the devil take' this ac night, this ae, tie, ae night, 
• the devil take this ae nigkt 7 that ere I let you in, jo. 



Hallow Fair. 'Tune, Fy let us a' to the Bridal. 

T He re's fouth of braw Jockies and Je nnys 
Comes weel-buiked into the fair, 
With ribbons on their cockernonies, 

And fouth o' fine flour on their hair. 
Maggie me was fae well bulked, 

That Willie was ty'd to his bride j 
The pounie was ne'er better whiiked 
Wi' cudgel that hang frae his fide. 
Sing far-xel, &c. 

But Maggie was wondrous jealous 

To fee Willie bullied fae braw ; 
And Sawney he fat in the alehoufe, 
: . And hard at the liquor did caw. 
There was Geokdy that well lov*d his la^.e y 

He touk the piflt-ftoup in his arms, 
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l 7 o SCO T S S O N G S. 

And hugg'd it, and faid, Trouth they're fancy 
That loos nae a good father's bairn. 
Sing f arret, &c, , 

There was Wattie the muirland laddie. 

That rides on the bonny grey cout, 
"With fword by his fide like a caclie, 

To drive in the fiieep and the knout. 
His doublet fae veel it did fit hkn, 

It fcarcely came down to mid thigh, 
'With hair pouther'd, halt and a feather, 
And houfing at courpon and tee. 
Sing f arret, &c. 

But bruckie play'd boo to baufie, 

And aff fcour'd the cout like the win" : 
Poor W A ttie he fell in the caufie, 

And birs'd a the bains in Ms {kin. 
His pillbls -fell out of the hulfters, 

And were a' bedaubed with dirt ; 
The folks they came round him in clutters, 

Some leugh, and cry'd, Lad, was you hurt ? 
Sing f arret, Sec. 

But cout wad let nae body fleer him, 

He was ay fae wanton and ike-egh 5 
The packnians (lands he o'erturu^d them, 

And gard a' the Joe ks {lands a-beech; 
Wi' miring behind and before him, 

For fie is the metal of brutes : 
Poor Wat tie, and wae's me for him ? 

Was fain to gang hame in his boots. 
: Sing f arret y &c 



.SCOTS SONGS. i 7 i 

Bow it was late in the ev'nlng., 

And boughting-time was drawing near : , 
The lailes had flench' d their greening 

With foutli of braw apples and beer; 
There was Lillie, and Tibbie, and S i B B I e . 
And C f. i c y on the fpinnell could fpin, 
' 'Stood glowring at figns and glafs winnocks, 
But deil a a;ie bade them come in. 
Sing farrbl, &c. 

God guide's ! Taw you ever the like o T it ? 

See yonder's a bonny black fwan j 
It glowrs as't wad fain be at us ; 

What's yon that it hads in its hand ? 
Awa, daft gouk, cries Wattie, 
• They're a' but a' Tickle of flicks ; 
See there is Bill, Jock, and auld Hackie> 

And yonder's Mefs Joh a and auld Nick. 
Singfarrel, &e. 

Qucth Maggie, Come buy us cur fairing: 
And Wattie right ileely cou'd tell, 

I think thou're the flower of the c laughing,. 
In trouth now Tie gie you my fell. 

But wha wou'd e'er thought it o' him, 
That e'er he had rippled the lint ? 

Sae proud was he o' his M A G g i e , 

• Tho' fhe did baith fcalie and fytant, 
Sing f arret, &c. 



F - 2 



i-T2 SCOT £ -s-o'n ai 



OU R goodman came hame at e'en,. 
And hame came he: 
And then he faw a faddle horfe, 
Where nae horfe mould be, 

O how came ..this horfe here » ? 

How can this be ?. 
How. came this horfe here, 

Without the leave o' me ? 

A, horfe! quo' 4he ,,: 
Ay, a horfe, quo' he. 
Ye auld blind dotard carl, 

Blind mat ye be, 
'Tis naething but a bonny milk cow 
My rsiuny fent to me. 

A bonny milk cow ! quo' he ; 
Ay, a milk cow, quo' fhe. 
Far hae I. ridden, 

And meikle hae I feen, 

But a faddle. on a cow's back, 
Saw I never nane, 

Our goodman ca*ne hame at e'en,. 

And hame came lie, 
He fpy'd a pair of jack boots, 

"Where nae boots ftiould be, 

What's this now, ' goodwife ? 

What's this I fee ? 
How came thefe boots there 

Without the leave q! xm? f 



SCOTS SONG IT. ■ 17} 

Boots ! quo' me : 
Ay, boots, quo' he. 
Shame fa' your cuckold face, 

And ill mat ye fee, 
It's but a pair of water ftoups 
The cooper fent to me. 

Water ftoups ! quo' he ; 
Ay, water ftoups, quo ilie. 
Far hae I riden, 

And farer hae I gane, 
But filler (pars on water ftoups,. 
Saw I never nane. 



Our goodman came hame at e'en. 

And hame came he, 
And then he faw a fword, 

"Where a fwcrd mould nae be : 

What's this now, good wife ^ 

What's this I fee ? 
,0 how came this fword here,. 

Without the leave o 1 me ? 

A fword ! quo* me, 
Ay, a fword, quo' he. 
Shame fa' your cuckold face r 

And ill mat you fee, 
It's but a par ridge fpnrt1e= 
My minnie fent to me. 

Well, far hae I ridden, 
And mirekle hae I fees ; 

But filler handed fpurtles 
Saw I never nane. 



174 SCOTS SONG & 

Our goodman came hame at e'en^ 

And hame came he j 
There he fpy'd a powdered wig,. 

Where nae wig mould be : 

What's this now, good wife ? 

What's this I fee ? 
How came this wig here, 

Without the leave o' me ? 

A wig ! quo' She. ; 
Ay, a wig, quo' he.. 
Shame fa' your cuckold 'face,. 

And ill mat you fee, 
J Tis nae thing but a clocken-hen 
My minnie fent to me. 

Glocken hen ! quo' he : 
Ay, clocken-hen, quo' Jhe, 
Far hae I ridden, 

And muckle hae I fe'en, 
But powder on a clocksn hen 
Saw I never nane. 

Our goodman came hame at.e^en,. 

And hame came he, 
And there he faw a muckle coafj 

Where nae coat fhou'd be ? 

O how came this coat here ? 

How can this be f 
Hoy/ came this coat here 

Without the leave o' tm& 

A coat ! quo' fhe : 
Ay, a coat, quo" he* 



SCOTS SONGS, 135 

Ye auld blind dotard carl, 

Blind mat ye.be,. 
It?s bat a pair of blankets 

My minnie fent to me. 

Blankets ! quo' he : 
Ay, blankets, quo' lbs, 
Far lrae I ridden, 

And muckle have I feen.j 
But buttons upon blankets 
Saw I never nane... 

Sen went our goodman, 

And ben went he, 
And there he fpy'd a fturdy man,. 

Where nae man ihou'd be : 

How came this man here I 

How can this be ?• 
Mow came this man here^ 

Without the leave o' me ?. 

A man ! quo'fhe : 
Ay, a man, quo' he. 
Poor blind bodjv 

And blinder mat ye be^ 
It's a new milking maid, . 
My mither fent to me. 

A maid ! quo', he : 
Ay, a maid, quo' lhe.i 
Far hae I ridden, 

And muckle hae I feen, 
. But lang- bearded -maidens, 
I faw never nane* 






i?6 SCO T-S S O N G % 



The Nurfb's Sang*.. 

HO W dan dilly dow, 
How den dan, 
Weel were your minny. 
An ye were a man. 

Ye wad hunt and- haw ky 

And ha\l her o' game, 
And water your dady's h.ojr£e^. 

I' the mill dam* 

Uew dan dilly dow, 

How dan flours, 
Ye's ly i^your bed 

Till eleven hours. 

If at ele'en hours you lift to rife, 
Ye*s hae your dinner dight in a new gnife y 
La'rick's legs and titlens toes 
And a' lie dainties my Mannie mall hae. 



I 



Kind-hearted Nans y». 

T LL go to the green wood, 
Quo'' Nancy, quo' Nancy,. 



J -11 go to the green wood, 
Quo' kind. hearted Nancy. 

© what an I come after yoa ? 
Quo 5 WilsYj ojio' W 1 l s 1. : a 



SCOTS SONGS. 177 

O what an I come after you ? 
Quo' fla< cow'rdly Wilsy. 

And what gif ye come back again •?- 

Quo' Nancy, quo' Nancy ; 
And what gif ye come back again ? 

Quo' kind hearted Nancy. 

But what gif I fhou^d lay thee down? 

Quo' Wilsy, qu^' Wilsy ;. 
What gif I mould lay thee down ? 

Quo' fla cow'rdly Wilsy,. 

And what gif I can rife again ? 

Quo' Nancy, quo' Nancy % 
And what gif I can rife again ? 

Quo' kind hearted Nancy. 

G but what if I get you wi' bairn ? 

Quo' Wilsy, qua' Wilsy ;, 
O what gif I get you wi' bairn? 

Quo' fla cow'rdly Wilsy. 

If you can get, it I can bear't, 

Quo' Nancy, quo'" Nancy;. 
If you can get it I can. bear't, 

Quo' land hearted .Nancy. 

Whar'l we get a cradle till't ? 

Quo' Wilsy, quo' Wilsy % 
Whar'l we get a cradle, till't.? 

Quo' fla cow'rdly Wilsy,,. £ ,- v 

There's plenty o y wood in Norway, 
Qu«y N a sf y , quo' Nancy.; 



-.278 SCOTS SONG 

There's plenty o' wood in Norway, 
Quo' kind hearted Nancy. 

Whar'l we get a cradle- belt ? 

Quo' Wilsy, quo' W i l s Y ■; 
Whar'l we get a cradle-belt ? 

Quo' fla cow'rdly Wilsy. 

Your garters and mine, 

Quo' Nancy, quo' Nancy : 
Your garters and mine, 

Quo' kind hearted Nancy. 

Then whar'l I tye ray beaftie to ? 

Quo' Wilsy, quo' Wilsy ; 
Then whar'l I tye my beaftie to ? 

Quo' fla cow'rdly Wilsy. 

Tye him to my muckle tae, 
Quo' Nancy, quo' Nancy $ 

Tye him to my muckle tae, 
Quo' kind hearted Nancy. 

what gif he mould run awa' ? 

Quo' Wilsy, quo' W i l s y ;. 
O what gif he mould run awa' ? 

Quo' fla cowVdly W i l s y . 

Deil gae wi' you, fteed and a', 
Quo' Nancy, quo' Nancy : 

Deil gae wi' you, deed and a' ? 
Quo? kind, hearted Nan c y a 



SCOTS SONGS, 



Bi<je ye yet. 

/"N I N I had a wee houfc and a canty wee fire, 
h-J A bony wee wife to pralfe and admire; 
I bonny wee yardie afide a wee burn, 
Hareweil to the bodies that yamer and mourn. 
And byde ye yet, and by.de ye ye\ 

Ye little ken zvkat may betide you yet j 
Sortie bonny vjes bodie may be my 1&K 
And Vll ay be canty ivf thinking oV. 

When I gang afield, and come hame at e'en, 
I'll get my wee wifie fou neat and fou clean ; 
-And a bonnie wee bairnie upon her knee, 
'That will cry papa or daddy to me. 

And bide ye yet, Sec 

t And if there mould happen ever to be, 
I A difference a" t ween my wee wifie and me ; 
In hearty good humour although rae be teaz?d, 
I'll kifs her and clap her until fne be pleased. 
And bide ye yet, &c. 



Ranting Ptoving Lad. 

MY love was born in Aberdeen, 
The bonnielt lad that e T er was feen y 
O he is forced frae me to gae, 
Over the hills and far away. 

O he's a ranting roving laddie > 
O he'd a briik and a bonny laddie > 



i«o S C O T S SON G S, 

Betide what will, 1*11 get me ready, 

And follow the lad wi'the Highland plaidie. 

Til fell my rock, my reel, my tow, 
My gride grey mare and hacket cow, 
To buy my love a tartan plaid, 
Becaufe he is a roving "blade., 

O he's a ranting roving laddie, 
O he's a briik and a bonny laddie, 
Betide what will I'll get me ready, 
To follow the lad \vi' the Highland plaidy. 



Let him gt 

IT was on a Sunday, 
My love and I did meet, 
Which caufed me on Monday 
To figh and to weep ; 
O to weep is a folly, 
Is a folly to me, 
Sen he'll be mine nae langer, 
Let him gang-— farewell he. 

Let him gang, let him gang, 
Let him fink, let him fwim ; 
If he'll be my love nae langer, 
Let him gang— farewell Mm-; 
Let him drink to Rofemary, 
And I to the thyme ; 
Let him drink to his love, 
.And I unto mine. 



-SCOT S S N- G S. 181 

For my mind flaall never alter, 
•'And vary to and fio ; 
j»I will bear a true affe&ion 
To the young lad I know ; 
-=Let him gang, let him gang, 
Ket him fink or let him fwimj 
■«If he'll be my love nae langer, 
■ Let him gang- - ■%£ are well him. 



Tune. J e n n y dang the we-cwer*, 

A S I came in by Fifherraw, 
•*■ ^- Muffelburgh was near me$ 
1 threw aff my mufsle pock, 
And coerced wi' my deary. 

O had her apron bidden down, 

The kirk wad ne'er ha kend it ; 
pntimce the word's gane thro' the -town. 

My dear I canna mend it. 

But ye maun mount the cutty-itool, 

And I maun mount the pillar ; 
And that's the way that poor folks do 3 

Becaufe they hae nae filler. 

Up Hairs, down ftaifs, 

Timber flairs fears me. 
E tliought it lang to' ly my lane, 

When I'm fae near my dearie. 
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i8i SCOTS SONGS. 



TH E fhepherd's wife cries o'er the lee, 
Come hame will ye, come hame will ye . 
The fhepherd's wife, cries o'er the lee, 
Come hame will ye again een, jo ? 

What will ye gie me to my .fupper, 
Gin I come hame, gin I come hame ? 

What will ye gie me to my dipper, 
Gin I come hame again een, jo? 

Ye's get a panfu' of plumpin parrage; 

And butter in them, and butter in them ; 
Ye's get a panfu'' of plumpin parrage, 

Gin ye 1 !! come hame again een, jo. 

Ha, ha, how, it's naethjng that dow ; 

I winna come hame, and I canna come hame. 
Ha, ha, how, it's naething that dow ; 

I winna come hame again een, jo. 

JThe two fir ft veifes are to be fung here and after, J 

Ye's get a cock well totled i' the pat, 

An ye'll come hame, an ye'll come hame j 

Ye's get a cock well totled i' the pat, 
An ye'll come hame again een, jo. 

[The third verfefor the chorus, ha, ha, 8cc.J 

Ye's get a hen well boil'-d i' the pan ; 

An ye'll come hame, an ye'll ceme hame, 
Ye's get a hen well boil'd 5' the pan, 

An ye'll come hame again een, jo. 






SCOTS SONGS. 183 

A well made bed, and a pair of clean fheets, 
An ye'il come hame, an ye'll come hame ; 

A Weil nude bed, and a pair of clean meets, 
An ye'll come hame again een, jo. 
Ha, ha, &c. 

A pair of white legs, and a good cogg-wame, 
An ye'll come hame, an ye'll come hame ; 

A pair of white legs, and a good cogg-wame, 
An ye'll come hame again een, jo. 

Ha, ha, how, that's fomething that dow ; 

I will come hame, I will come hame. 
Ha, ha, how, that's fomething that doWj 

I'll hafte me hame again een, jo. 

[The tivo firji verfes of this fang, are to be fang be- 
fore the \, 5 6, 7, and "6th verfes, as before the 3d, and 
the 4th after them by way of chorus. ~\ 



Old King C o u L. 

OLD King Cou l was a jolly old foul, 
And a jolly old foul was he : 
Old King Co ul he had a brown bowl, 
And they brought him in fidlers three : 
And every tidier was a very good tidier, 
And a very' good lidler was he. 
Fidell-dklcll, fidell-didell, with the ficliers throe; 
And there's no a lafs in a' Scotland 
Compared to our fweet Marjorie. ' 

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284 SCOTS SONGS. 

Old King Gout was a jolly old foul, 
And a jolly- old foul was he: 
Old King, Co ul he had a brown bowl, 
And they brought him in pipers three: 
Ha-didell, how-didell, ha-didell, how-didell, wilh the 

pipers three : 
Fidell dideil, fidell, didelf, with the fidlers : 
And there's no a lafs in a' Scotland 
Compared to our fweet Ma-rj orie. 

Old King Co ul was a jolly old foul, 
And -a jolly old "foul was he ; 
Old King Co ul he had a brown-bowl, 
And they brought him in harpers three : - 
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harpers; 
Ha-dideil, how-didell, ha-didell, how-didell, went the* 

pipers ; 
Fidell-dideli, ndell-didell, went the fidlers \ 
And there's no a lafs In a' Scotland 
Compared to our fweet Map. jorie. 

Old King Co u l was a jolly old foul, 
And a jolly old foul was he : 
Old- King Co u l he had a brown-bowl,*. 

And they brought him in trumpeters three.. 
Twarra-rang, .twarra-rang, went the trumpeters; 
Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, went the harper* gj 
Ha-didell, how-didell, went the pipers ; 
Fidell-dideli, fidell- dideil, went the fidlers three: 
And there's no a lafs in a' Scotland ~ : 
Compared to our fweet Marj orie. 

Old King Com was a jolly old foul,. 
And a jolly old foul was he : 



SCOTS SONGS. 185 

Old King CouL.he had a brown-bowl, 
And they brought him in drummers three. 
Rub-a-dub. rub-a-dub; with the drummers ; 
Twarra-rang, twarra-rang, with the trumpeters; 
''Twingle-twangle, twingle-twangle, with the harpers; 
Ha-didell, how-didell, with the pipers ; 
Fidell-didell, fidell-didell, with the iidlers three : . 
And there's no a lafs "in a' Scotland 
Compared to our Tweet Marjosie. 



The Miller of Dee, 

*TH'HE R E was a jolly miller 011 ce 
* Liv'd on the water of Dee ; 
He wrought and fang frae morn to- nighty 

No lark more blyth than he : 
And this, the burden of his fang . 

For ever us'd to be, 
I care for no body, no not I, 

Since no body cares for me. . 

I live by my mill, God blefs her,. 

She's' kindred, child and wife 3 . 
I would not change my station,, 

For any other- in life. 
No lawyer, furgeon or doctor,, 

E'er had ,a groat from me ; 
I care for no body, no not I ? . 

If no body cares for me-. 

When fpring begins his merry career^ 
Oh how- his heart grows gay ; 



SCOTS SONGS., 

No fummer's drought alarms his fiars,. 

Nor winter's fad decay : 
No forefight mars the milier-s joyy 

Who's wont to Ting and fay, 
Let others toil from year to year, 

I live from day to day. 

Thus like the miller bold and free' 

Let us rejoice and fmg, 
The days of youth are made for glee ? 

And time is on the wing, 
This fong mall pafs from me to thee ? 

Along this jovial ring ; 
Let heart and voice and all agree 

To fay, Long live the king. 



The Turnirafpike. 

r¥ E R fel pe Highland mentleman,. 
-*• Pe auld as Pothwel prig, man ; 
And mony alterations feen 

Amang the Lawland whig, man, 
Fal lal y &e. 

3?irft when her to the Lowlands came ? 

Nain fell was driving cows, man : 
There was nae laws about hams narfe ? 

About the preeks or troiife, man*, 
Fal ltd, &g. 

Nain fell did wear the philapeg, 
The plaid prik't on her fliouder 5 



SCOTS SONGS, i%j 

The glide claymore hung pe her pelt,. 
The piftol fhargM wi* pouder. 
Fallal, &c 

But for whereas thefe curfed preeks, 

Wherewith mans narfe be lockit, 
O hon, that ere (lie faw the day I 

For a' her houghs pe prokit. 
Fal lal, &c. 

Every thing in the Highlands now 

Pe tunft to alteration j 
The fodger dwal at our door cheeky 

And that's te great vexation. 
Fed lal, Sec. 

Scotland be turn't a "Ningland now r 

And laws pring on the cadger : 
Main fell wad durk him for hur deeds^ 
But oh fhe fears de fodger. 
Fallal, &c. 

Another law came after that, 

Me never faw the like, man ; 
They mak a lang road on the crunch 

And ca* him turniuifpike, man. 
Fal, lal &c. 

And wow fhe pe a ponny road,. 

Like Louden corn rigs, man ; 
Wh.rre twa carts may gang on her ? 

And no break others legs, man* 
Fal lal, &e. 

They fliarge a penny for ilka hsrs^ 
In troth Iheyl be nae fheaper, 



■I 86 SCOTS SO N G 5b 

For nought but gaen upo 1 the crimd^, 
And they gle me a paper, 

Fal lal, %c. 

They tak the liars than pe- the head, 
A Fid there they mak them ftand, man? 

I tell'd them that I feen the day. 
They had na fie command, man. 
Fal lal, &c. 

Nae doubts nam-fell maim draw. his purs, , 
And pay them what ham's like, man : 

Wft fee a fhudgement on his ftore, 
That filthy turnimlplke, man. 
Fallal, &c. 

But -I'll aw.a to the Highland hills-, 
Whare nere a ane fall turn her ; . 

And no come nesr your turnimfpike ? 
Unlefs it pe to purn her. 
Fal I ah &c. 



Pa ; T1 e's Wedding. 

AS Pa ti e came up frae the glen, 
Drivin his wedders before him, 
He met bonny Meg ganging hame, 

Her beauty was like for to fmore him. 
O dinna ye ken, bonny Mfg, 

That you and Ts gaen to be married ? 
3 rather had broken my leg, 
Before .-fie a. bargain mifcarried. 



SCOTS 3; O N G S. 1% 

Na, P A t i e — CAwha's tell'd you that ? 

1- think that of news they've been fcanty, 
That I iliould be married fo foon, 

Or yet mould hae been fae fiantly : 
I winna be married the year, 

Suppofe I ■ were courted by twenty ; 
Sae, Pa tie, ye need nae mair fpear, 

For weel a wat I dirma want ye. 

Now T , Meggif, what maks ye fae fweer ? 

Is't caufe that I henna a maillin ? 
The lad that has plenty o' gear 

Need ne'er want a half or a hail anev 
My dad has a good gray mare, 

And yours has twa cows and a filly 5 
And that will be plenty o' gear, 

Sae Maggie, be no fae ill- willy. 

Indeed, Pa tie, I dinna ken, 

But firfl ye maun fpeic at my daddy 4 
You're as well born as Ben, 

And I canna fay but I'm ready. 
There's plenty o' yarn in clues, 

To make me a coat and a jimpyy. 
And plaiden enough to be trews, 

Gif ye get it, I manna fcrimp ye. 

2s ow fair fa' ye, my bonny Meg, 

I's let a wee fmacky fa' on you. 
May my neck be as lang as my leg,. 

If I be an ill hufband unto you. 
Sae gang your way name e'now, 

Hake ready gin this, day fifteen days, 



ipp SCOTS SONG S. 

And tell your father the news, 

That I'll be his Ton in great kindneft. 

It was nae lang after that, 

Wha came to our bigging but Pat ie^ 
Weel dreft in a braw new coat, 

And wow but he thought himfelf pretty, 
His bannet was little frae new, 

In it was a loop and a fiitty, 
To tie in a ribbon fae blue, / 

To bab at the neck o' his coaty. 

Then Patie came in wi' a Rend, 

Said, Peace be here to the bigging. 
You're welcome, quo' William, come ben, 

Or I wifli it may rive frae the rigging. 
Now draw in your feat and fit down, 

And tell T s a' your news in a hurry j 
And hade ye, Meg, and be done, 

And hing on the pan wi' the berry. 

Quoth Patie, My news is nae thrang j 

Yeftreen I was wi' his Honour j 
I've taeii three riggs of bra' land, 

And hae bound myfel under a honour : 
And now my errand to you 

Is for Meggy to help me to labour j 
I think you maun gie's the beft cow, 

Becaufe that our haddin's but fober. 

Well, now for to help you through, 

I'll be at the coll of the bridal ; 
ITe cut the craig of the ewe 

That had am aid: deid of the fk:e-i$, 



SCOTS SONGS. 

■S.nd that 'ill be plenty of bree, 

Sae lang as our well is nae reified, 

To all the good neighbours and we, 
And I think we'll no be that ill feafted. 

Quoth Pat i e, O that'll do^veil, 

And 1*11 gie you your brofe in the morning 
fO' kail that was made yeflreerh, 

For I like them heft in the forenoon, 
' .Sae T A m the piper did play, 

And ilka arie dancM that was willing,. 
And a' the lave they ranked through, 

And they held the ftoupy ay filling. 

The auld wives fat and they chevv'd, 

And when that the carles grew 7 nappy, 
:They danc'd as weel as they dow'd, 

Wi' a crack o' their thumbs and a kappie. 
The lad that wore the white band, 

I think they cau'd him Jamie Ma t ii e r , 
And he took the bride by the hand, 

And cry'd to play up Maggie Lauder. 



Tune, Fy gar rub her o'er wV ftrae* 

DEAR Roger, if your Jenny geek, 
And anfwer kindnefs with a flight, 
Seem unconcern'd at her negle£r, 
For women in a man delight : 
•But them defpife who're foon defeat, 

And with a flmple face give way 
To a repulfe ; — then be not blate, 
Pufli baulclly en, and win the day, 



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SC O'T'S S ; : NG-S, 



-When maidens, innocently young, 

Say aften what they never mean, 
Ne'er mind their pretty lying tongue, 

But tent the- language cf their een: 
If thefe agree, and me .perfift 

To anfwer all your love with hate, 
Seek elfewhere to be better Weft, 

And let her figh when 'tis too late. 



Tune, Polwart on the Green. 

TH E dorty will repent, 
If lovers heart grow cauld, 
And nane her fmiles will tent, 
Soon as her face looks auld. 

The dawted bairn thus takes the pet 5 
Nor eats, though hunger crave, 

Whimpers and tarrows at its meatj 
And's laugh'd at by the lave. 

They jeft it till the dinners paft -j 

Thus by itfelf abus'd, 
^The fool-.thing is oblig'd to faft, 

Or eat what they've refus'd. 



Tune, dear mother , what Jh all I do? ^ 

Dear Peggy, love's beguiling, 
We ought not to truft to fmiling ; 

Better far to do as I do, 

-Left a harder luck betide you, 



O 



SCO T S SONG S. 193 

.'Lanes, when their fancy's carry d, 
Think of nought but to be marry'd : 
Running to a life deftroys 
Heartfome, frefc, and yeuthfu' joys. 



Tune, How can I be fad on my -wedding day f 

HO W fliall I be fad, when a hulband I hae, 
That has better fenfe than ony of thae 
Sour weak filly fellows, that ftudy, like fools, 
To fink their ain joy and make their wives fnools? 
The man who is prudent ne'er lightlies his wife, 
Or with dull reproaches encourages ftrife 5 
He praifes her virtue, and ne'er will abufe 
Her for a fin all failing, but find an excufe. f«j 



Tune, Cauld kale in Aberdeen* 

CAU'LD be the rebels caft, 
Oppreffors bafe and bloody, 
I hope we'll fee them at the laft 

Strung a' up in-a woody, 
Blefs'd be he of worth and fenfe, 

And ever high his ftation, 
That bravely (lands in the defence 
Of confcience, king and nation. 
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1 9 4 SCOTS SONGS. 



Tune, Mucking of Geordy's byre. 

THE laird wha in riches and honour 
Wad thrive, mould be kindly and free, 
TSFor rack the poor tenants, who labour 

To rife aboon poverty : 
Elfe like the pack-hdrfe that's unfother'd", 
And burden'd, will tumble down faint j 
Thus virtue by hardmip is fmother'd, 
And rackers aft tine their rent. 



PEGGY, now the king's come, 
Peggy, now the King's come, 
Thou may dance, and I fhall fmg, 
Peggy, fmce the King's come. 
Kae mair the hawkies fhall thou milk, 
But change thy plaiding coat to filk, 
And be a lady of that ilk, 

Now, Peggy, fince the King's come. 



Tune, Happy Clown, 

HI D from himfelf, now by the dawn, 
He {tarts as frefli as rofes blawn, 
And ranges o'er the heights and lawn 
After his Meeting flocks, 



195 



SCOTS SONGS". 

Healthful, and innocently gay, 
Ke chants and whittles out the day, 
Untaught to (mile, and then betray, 
Like courtly weathercocks. 

Life happy, from ambition free, 

Envy, and vile hypocriiie, 

Where truth and love with joy agree, 

Unfully'd with a crime ; 
Unmov'd with what difttirbs the great, 
In propping of their pride and (late, 
Ke lives, and unafraid of fete, 

Contented fpends his time. 



For the Love of Jean. 

JO C K Y faid to Jen n.y, .Jenny wilt thou do'fc, 
Ne'er a fit, quoth Jenny, for- my tocher good, 
For my tocher good I ■ winna marry thee : 
E'en's ye like, quoth Jocky, ye may lerit be. 

I ha'e gowd and gear, I ha'e land enough, 
I ha'e feven good owfen ganging in a pleugh, 
Ganging in a pleugh, and iinkan o'er the lee, 
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be. 

I ha'e a good ha' houfe, a barn and a byar, 
A peat-ftack 'fore the door, will make a rantin lire;. 
I'll make a ranrin fire, and merry fall we be, 
And gin ye winna tak me, I can let ye be* 
R 2 



i$6 S CO T S SO N G % 




Je n n y faid to Jo c k y , Gin ye winna tell> 




Ye fall be the lad, I'll be the lafs myfell : 




Ye're a bonny lad, and I'm a laffie free j 




Ye're welcomer to takme than -to -let. me be. 





Tune, The Bridegroom greets. 

WHEN the fheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame> 
And a' the warld to fleep are gane j 
The waes of my heart fa's in ihowers frae my eye, 
When my gudeman lyes found by me. 

Young Jem my loo\l me well, and he fought me for 
his bride, 
But faring a crown he had naething bende ; 
To make that crown a pound, my Jemmy gade tofea, 
And the crown and the pound were baith for me. 

He. had nae been awa' a week but only twa, 
When my mother fhe fell fick, and the. cow was floun 

awa' ; 
My father brake his arm, and my Jemmy at the fea, 
And auld Robin Grey came a courting me. 

My father coudna work, and my mother coudna fpin, . 
1 toil'd day and night, but their bread I coudna win ; 
Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his ee, 
Said, Jenny for their fakes, marry me. 

My heart it faid nay, I look'd for Jemmy back ; 
But the wind it blew high, and the fhip it was a wreclcj 
The fhip it was a-wreck, why didna Jemmy die? 
And why do I live to fay waes me ? 



SCOTS SONGS. 197 

Auld Robin argued fair, tho' my mother didna fpEak, 
She looked in my face till my heart was like to break ; 
So they gi'ed him my hand, tho' my heart was in the Tea, 
And auld Robin Grey is gudeinan to me. 

I hadna been a wife a week but only four, . 
When fitting fae mournfully at the door, 
I faw my J e m m \ 's wreath, for I coudna think it he,. 
? Till he faid, I'm come back for to marry thee. 

O fair did we greet, and muckle did we fay ; 
We took but ae kifs, and we tore ourfelves away 5 
1 wifh I were dead 1 but I'm no like to die, 
And why do I. live to fay waes me ? 

• I gang like a ghaift, and I carena to fpin ; 

I darena think onjEMMY, for that wou'd be a fm j. 

But I'll do my beft a gude wife to be, 

For auld Robin Grey is kind unto me* 



Watty and M adge, 
In imitation of William and Margaret.- 

jHHWAS'at the fhining mid- day hour,. . 

-®- When all began to gaunt, 
That hunger rugg'd at W A T t y's brea% : 

And the poor lad grew faint. 

His face was like a bacon ham 
That lang in reek had lmng ? _ 
R 1 



x 9 8 SCO T s s o n a s, 

And horn-hard was his tawny hand 
That held hia hazel rung. 

So wad the fafteft face, appear 

Of the maift drefTy fpark* 
And fuch the hands that lords wad baey. 

Were they kept clofe at w T ark. . 

His head was like a heathery bufli 

Beneath his bonnet blew, 
On his braid cheeks, frae lug to lug^, 

His bairdy briftles grew. 

But hunger, like a gnawing worm, 
Gade rumbling through his kyte^. 

And nothing now but folid gear 
Gou'd give his heart delyte.' 

He to the kitchen, ran with fpeed. 

To his lov'd Madge he ran, 
Sunk down into the chimney-nook 

With vifage four and wan. 

€et up, he cries, my crifhy love, 

Support my finking faul 
With fomething that is fit to chew^ 

Be't either het or caul. 

This is the how and hungry hour, 

When the beft cures fcr grief 
Are cog-fous.of the lythy kail, 

And a good junt of beef. 

OhWATTY, Watty, Madge replie^. 
I but o'er juftly trowM 



S C O T s s a N G s. 

Your love was thowlefs, and that ye 
For cake and pudding woo'd. , 

Bethink thee, Watty, on that night, 

When. all were fail: afleep,. 
How ye kifs'd me frae cheek to cheeky 

Now leave thefe cheeks to dreep. 

How couM ye ca' my hurdies fat, 

And comfort. of your fight ? 
How cou'd you roofe my dimpled hand. 

Now all my dimples flight ? 

Why did you promife me a fiiood, 
To bind my locks fae brown ? 

Why did you me fine garters heght ? 
Yet let my hofe fa' down? 

O faithlefs Watty, think how aft. 

I ment your farks and hofe ! 
3?or you how many bannocks flown,. 

How. many cogues of brofe ! 

But hark ! — the. kail-bell rings, and I 

Maun gae link aff the potj 
Gome fee, ye hafh, how fair I fweat^ 

To ftegh your guts, ye fot. 

The grace was faid, the mafter. ferv'd ; 

Fat Madge returned again,, 
Blyth Watty raife and rax'd himfellj. 

And fidg'd he was fae fain* 

He hy'd him to the favoury bench 3 
Where a warm haggles ilood ? • 



199 



200 



SCOTS SONGS. 



And gart his gooly through the bag 
Let out its fat heart's blood. 

And thrice he cry'd. Come eat, dear Madge, 

Of this delicious fare ; 
Syne claw'd it off moft cleverlyy — " 

Till he could, eat nae ibsk 



FRAG ME 


N' 


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O F 






C O M I 


c 




A n. n 






HUMOUROUS S 


O N 


G k 


Mucking, of Georoie's 


byre* 


- 


P | ^ H E mucking of Geordy's byre, 




And fhooling the grupe fae eleaa, 




Has gard me weit my cheiks 






And greit with baith my een. 






// was ne^.er my fathers will. 






Nor yet my mother's defire, 






That e'er I fooidd file my finger. 


'y 




Wi mucking of Ge o rdi's by 


re, 




The moufe is a merry beaft, 






And the. moudewort wants the een 






But the warld (hall ne'er get wit 






Sae merry as we ha'e been* 






It was ne'er, &c. , 




' 



aoa SCOTS SONGS, 



Bonny Dundee. 

OH A v e I burnt, or have I flain ? 
Or have I done aught injury ? 
I've gotten a bonny young lafile wi' bairn, 

The bailie's daughter of bonny Dundee. . 
Bonny Dundee, and bonny Dundaf?, 

Where fhali I fee fae bonny a lafs ? 
Open your ports, and let me gang free, 
I maun ftay nae langer in bonny Dundee. 



Oaila -Water. 

JjRAW, braw lads of Galla water ^ 
~^ brow lads of Galla-water y 
Vll kilt my coats below my knee. 

And follow my love tlzrozigh the water,. 
Sae fair her hair, fae brent her brow, 

Sae bonny ' blue her een, my dearie, * 
Sae white her teeth, fae fweet her mou*,, 

I afien kifs her till I'm wearie. 

O'er yon bank, and o'er yon brae, 

O'er yon mofs amang the hether, 
I'll kilt my coats abocn my knee, 

And follow my love through the water. 
Down amang the broom, the broom, • 

Down amang the broom, my dearie ; 
The laliie loft her filken fnood, 

That gard her greet till Cue was wearie, 



SCOTS SONGS. sot 



Gae to the ky wi' me, Johny. 

£~~*AE to the ky id? me, Johny, 
^ Gae to the ky ivP me ; 
Gae to the ky zvi'' me* Johny, 
And P. II be merry w? thee. 
plnd was (he not wordy of kiffes, 

And was me not wordy of three, 
And was me not wordy of kiiTes, 
That gaed to the ky wi' me ? 
Gae to the ky } 8?c. 

I have a houfe to big, 

And another that's like to fa', 
I have a laffie wi' bairn, 

Which grieves me ward of a', 
-Gae to the ky, &c. 

If that (he be now wi' bairn, 

As I trow weel flie be, 
I have an auld wife to my mither, 

Will doudle it on her knee. 
Gae to the ky, &c. 



Brofe and Butter. 

S~* P 'E my love brofe, brofe, 

Gi*e my love brofe and butter^ 
GPe my love brofe, brofe, 

Jeftreen he -wanted hisfuppen 



204 SCOTS SO 'N^S ( 

Jenny fits up in the laft, 

Joe ky wad fain ha e been at her. 

There came a wind out of the waft, 
Made a' the windows to clatter. 
Gfe my lcve } &c. 

A goofe is nae good meat, 

A hen is bofs within, 
In a pye there'' s muckle deceit, 

A pudding it is a good thing. 
Cfe my love., &c. 



A 



Jenn y?s Bawbie. 

f IV D cC' that e'er my Jenny had, 
My Jenny had, my Jenny had- 
A" 1 that e'er my Jenny h-ad, 
Was ae baxvble. 
There's your plack, and my plack, 
And your plack, and my plack, 
And my plack and your plack, 
And Je nn yV bawbie. 

And a? that e'er, &c. 

We'll put it a' in the pint-floup, 
The pint-ftoup, the pint-floup, 
We'll put it in the pint-floup, 
7md birle't a' three. 

And 0? that eVr, &c. 



••SCOTS SON G 5. 



C Iraki kale in Aberdeen. 



f*J And caflccks In Strabogie ; 
But yet I fear they'll cook o'er foon, 

And never warm the cogie. 
*The laffes about Bogie giclit, 
Their limbs they are fae clean and tight, 
That if they were but girded right, 

They'll dance the reel of Bogle. 

Wow, Aberdeen, what did you mean-, 
Sae y tiung a maid to woo, Sir ? 

I\n fure it was nae mows to her, 

Whate'er it was to you, Sir ; 
'For laffes now are no fae blate, 

But they ken auld folks out o' date,, 

And better play fare can they get, 
Than caftocks in Strabogie. 



Cock up your Beaver. 

WHEN firft my dear Johny came to this town, 
He had a blue bonnet, it wanted the crown } 
*But row he has gotten a hat and a feather, 
Hey, my Johny lad, cock up your beaver. 
Cock up your beaver, cock up your beaver, 
Hey, my Johny lad, cock up your beaver j 
Cock up your beaver, and cock it nae wrang, 
We'll a' to England ere it be lang. 
Vol. IE. S 



ao6 S C O T S S O N G S. 



JoH n, come kifs 



me now. 



JO HN, come kifs me now, nozv, n<m\ 
John come kifs me now, 
John come kifs 7ne by and by y 
And make nae 7nair ado. 
Some will court and compliment, 

And make a great ado, 
Some will make of their goodman, 
And fae will I of you. 
John, come kifs, &c. 



When fiie came ben ihe bobbit. 

WHEN Ihe came ben flie bobbit, 
And when flie came ben fhe fobbit. 
And when flie came ben Vne kift Co c kpen, 
And then deny'd that Ihe did it. 

And was nae Cockpen right fawcy, 
And was nae Cockpen right fawcy ? 
He len'd his lady to gentlemen, 
And he kifb the collier lafile. 

And was nae Cockpen right able, 
And was nae Cockpen right able ? 
He left his lady with gentlemen, 
And he kift the lafs in the ftable* 



SCOTS S__0 N G S. 207 

O are you wi' bairn, my chicken? 
O are you wi' bairn, my chicken? 
O if I am not, I hope to bey 
E'er the green leaves be Ihaken. 



I wifh that you were dead, Goodman. 

T W IS H that you were dead, goodman,. 
And a green fod on your head, goodman^ 
That I might ware my widowhead. 
Upon a ranting highland?nan. 
There's fax eggs in the pan, goodman, 
There's fax eggs in the pan, goodman y 
There's ane to you, and twa to me, 
And three to our John Highland man. 
Iwij% Sec. 

There's beef into the pat, goodman,, 
There's beef into the pat, goodman, 
The banes for you, and the brew for me, 
And the beef for our John HigblandmAn, 
Iwijhf &c. 

There's fax horfe in the {table, goodman, 
I There's fax horfe in the (table, goodman, 
There's ane to you, and twa to me, 
And three to our John H 1 g h l a n d m a n , 

/ xvifn. Sic. 

There's fix ky in the byre, goodman, 
Th?~e'i fax ky in the byre, goodman, 



2o8: SCOTS SONGS. 

There's nane o' them yours, but there's twa of them, 

mine,. 
And the lave is our John Hi g h l An d m A n *s. 

/ -Wiflly &C. 



Whiftle o'er the lave'o't. 



M T . 



She had better gaiie herfell, 
I got the thing I dare nae tell, 
Whiftle o'er the lave o't. 

My mither fent me to the fea ? 
For to gather mufles three j 
A Tailor lad fell in wi' me, 
Whiftle o'er the lave o't, 



The Grey Cock. 

OS A W ye my father, or faw ye my mother 3 
Or faw ye my true love John ? 
I faw not your father, I faw not your mother,. 
But I faw your true love Jo h n. 

It's now ten at night, and the ftars gie nae light : 

And the bells they ring ding,, dong r 
He's met wi' fome delay, that caufeth him to fby; 
But he will be here ere lane. 



SCOTS SONGS. 209 

The furly auld carl, did naething but fharl, 

And John y's face it grew redj 
Yet tho' he often figh'd, be ne'er a. word reply'd, 

Till all were afleep. in bed. 

Up Jo 11 ny rofe, and to the door he goes,. 

And gently tirled the pin ; 
The laffie taking tent, unto the door me went, 

And fhe open'd and let him in* 

And are ye come at laft, and do I hold ye fad ? 

And is my Jo 11 n y true ? 
I have nae time to tell, but fae lang's I like my feH>, 

Sae lang fall. I. love you. 

Flee, flee up, my bonny grey cock,. 

And craw whan it is day ; 
Your neck fhall be like the bonny beaten gold,. 

And yonr wings of the fxlver grey. 

The cock proved falfe, and untrue, he was, 

For he crew an hour o'er foon ;. 
The laffie thought it day when fhe Cent her love away j 

And it was but a blink of the mean. 



The Wren*, or, Lennox's Love to B.LA.N. 

T Y R.E. 

TH E Wren fthe lyes in care's bed r 
In care's bed, in care's bed ; 
The WRFN'fcho lyes in care's bedy. 
In rneikle dule. and pyne-- -O, 
&3B 



iio SCOTS SONG. 

Quhen in came Robin Red-breaft,.. 

Red-breaft, Red-breaft ; 
Quhen in came Robin Red-breaft,. 

Wi' fuccar-faps and wyne---0. 

Now, maiden, will ye tafte o' this,. 

Tafte o' this, talte o' this ; 
Now, maiden, will you- tafte o' this ; 

It's fuccar-faps and wyne---0. 
Na, ne'er a drap< Ro b i k } 

Rob in, Robin ; 
J^a, ne'er a drap, Robin, 

Gin it_was ne'er fo fine---0. 

* % # # & # 
And qufcere's tlie ring that I g'ed ze, 

That I gied ze, that I gied ze : 
And quhere's the ring that I gied ze ? 

Ze little cutty quean— O 
I gied it till a foger, 

A foger, a foger, 
I gied it till a foger, 

A- kynd fweet-heart o r myns— -0= 



WILL ze go to- the wood ? quo' F'o z j e Mo z m % 
Will ze go to the wood ? quo -J ohnieRednoziei 
Y/lll ze go to the wood? quo'' Fosli n 'ene ; 
"Will ze go ta the wood ? quo' brither and kin. 

What to do there? quo 1 ' Fozie Mozie : 

'What to do there ? quo' jo h nie Rf d n o z I £ ; 

\\ hat to do there? quo' Foslin 'ene ; 

What to do there ? quo 1 brither and kin, 



SCOTS SO N G S. 211 

To flay the W r e n , quo Fozi.e Mo zie : 
To flay the Wren, quo' Johnie Rednozie : 
To flay the Wren,, quo 1 Fosl in 'ene s 
To flay the Wren, quo' brither and kin. 

What way will ze get her hame ? quo'" Fozie Mozie; 
What way will ze get her hame? quo' Johnie Red- 
nozie ; 
What way will ze get her hame ? quo' F o s l i n 'ene ;. 
What way will ze get her hame? quo' brither and kin. 

We'll hyre carts and horfe, quo ? Fozi.e Mozie :. 
We'll hyre carts and horfe, qu#''Jo a n ie Re dnozie: 
We'll hyre carts and horfe, quo' Foslin 'ene : 
We'll hyre carts and horfe, quo' brithe.r and kin, 

What way will we get her in ? quo' Fozie Moziej 
What way will we get her in? quo' Johnie Red- 
nozie j 
What way will we get her in ? quo' Foslin 'ene; 
What way will ze get her in ? quo' brither and kin, 

We'll drive down the door-cheeks, quo' Fozie Mo zie: 
We il drive down the. door- cheeks, quo' Johnie Re d - 

N o z i e : 
We'll drive down the door-cheeks, quo* Foslin 'ene * 
We'll drive down the door- cheeks, quo' brither and kin:. 

I'll hae a wing, quo'' Fozie Mo zie: 

I'll hae anither, quo' Johnie Rednozie i 

I'll hae a leg, quo' Fosl ; n 'ene: 

And I'll hae anither, quo' brither and kin,, 



iti SOOTS S O N G Sv 

Luffie Maye. 

O Lust ie Maye, with Flora Queen,. 
The balmy drops from Phoebus fheen,. 
Preiufant beams before the day,. 
Before the day, the day j 
By thee, Diana, groweth green, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye| 
Through gladnefs of this luftie May e #.. 

Then Aurora that is fo bright, 
To wcfui hearts he calls great light,. 

Right pleafantiy before the day, &c. 
And fhows and fhades forth of that light, 

llirough gladnefs of this luftie Maye, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie M aye. 

Birds, on their boughs, of every fort, 

Send forth their notes, and make great lrnrtfy 

On banks that bloom on every bray, &c* 
And fares and fiyes o'er field and firth, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye, 

All lovers hearts that are in care, 
To their ladies they do repair, 

In frefh mornings before the day, £fcj. 
And are in mirth, ay more and more, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye,, 

Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye. 

*The firft verfe of this fong is cited in a book intitled; The 
Complaint of Scotland, &c. printed at St /ndrews in 1548; 
whereby it appears to have bten a~currevQt old Scots Jong ia- 
the reign of James YX 



SCOTS SONGS. 21 

Of every monith in the year, 

To mirthful Maye there is no peer, 
Her glift'ring garments are fo gay, &e, 

Your lovers all make merry cheer, 

Through gladnefs of this luilie Maye, 
Through gladnefs of this luftie Maye. 



Tune, John Anderson my Jo< 

WHEN I was a wee things 
And juft like an elf, 
All the meat that e'er I gat, 
I laid upon the fhelf. 

The rottens and the mice 

They fell into a ftrife,, 
They wadnae let my meat alane 

Till I gat a wife. 

And when I gafe a wife. 

She wadnae bide therein^ 
Till I gat a hurl-barrow 

To hurle her out and in.. 

The hurl-barrow brake, 

My wife fhe gat a f a' ; 
And the foul fa' the hurl-barrow^ 

Cripple wife and a\ 

She wadnae eat nae bacon, 

She wadnae eat nae beef, 
She wadnae eat nae lang-kail,, 

For fyhng q' her teeth.: 



2*4 SCOTS SONG S. 

But fhe wad eat the bonnie bird, 

That fits upon the tree :. 
Gang down the burn, Davie, love, 

And I fall follow thee. 



Wali fu fa the Cat. 

AS I came down bonny Tweed-fide ? 
I heard and I wift nae whatf 
I heard ae wife fay to anither, 

waly fu fa' the cat L 

O waly fu fa the cat ! 

For fhe has bred muckle waneafe | 
She has op'ned the amry door, 

And has eaten up a v our bit cheefe. 

She has eaten up a r the bit cheele ; 

G' the bannocks {he's no left a mote °, 
She has dung the hen aff her eggs ; 

And fhe's drown'd in the fowm-boat, 

O waly fu fa the cat ! 

1 kend (he wad never do grace j 
She has pift i* the backet of fa't ; 

And has" dung the bit fiih ajF the brace. 

She has dung the bit fifh aff the brace ; 

And it's fallen r the maifler-can ; 
And now it has fie a ftink, 

It'll pizen the filly good man. 



SCOTS SONGS. 21 

Dainty D A v I E *; 

OL E E Z E me on your curly pow, 
Dainty Davie, dainty D a v i e ; 
Leeze me on your curly pow, 
Mine ain dainty Davie. 

It was in and through the window broads, 

And a' the tirlie wirlies o*d j 
The fweetefl kifs that e'er I got, 

Was frae my dainty Davie. 
leeze me on your curly pow, &c. 

It was down amang my dady's peafe, 

And underneath the cherry-trees ; 
G there he kift me as he pleas'd, 

For he was mine ain dear Davie. 

leeze -me on your curly pow, &c. 

When he was chas'd by a dragoon, 
Into my bed he was laid down ; 

1 thought him wordy o 1 his room, 

And he^s ay my dainty Davie. 
leeze me on your curly pozu, &c. 



HE Y how Jo h n y lad, ye're no fae kind's ye did hae 
been, 
Hey how Jo h n y lad, ye're no fae kind's ye fud hae been j 

* The following fong was made upon Mefs David William- 
fon, on his getting with child the Lady Cherrytree's daugh- 
ter, while the foldiers were fetching the houfe to apprehend 
him for a rebel. 



2i6 SCOTS SONG S. 

Sae weel'sye might hae touzled me, and fweetly.pried my 

mow bedeenj 
Hey how J o 11 n y lad, ye'' re no fae kind's ye fud hae been ; 

My father he was at the pleugh, my mither flie was at 

the mill, 
My billie he was at the mofs, and no ane near our 

fport to fpill; 
The feint a body was therein, ye need na fiey'd for 

being feen ; 
Key how Jokny lad, ye're no fae kind's ye fud hae been. 

But I maun hae anither joe, whafe love gangs never out 

o' mind, 
And winna let the mament pafs, when to a lafs he can 

be kind ; 
Then gang yere wa's to Blinking Bess, nae mair for 

Johny fal me green ; 
Hey how Johny lad, ye're no fae kind's ye fad hae 

been. / 



« 



Jokny Johnsto n. 

OJoh ny. Johnston was my love, 
But wha wad e'er hae thought it o' him ? 
He's left me for a tocher'd lafs, 
A dirty flut unwordy o' him, 

But to the bridal I fall gang, 

Although I'm fure I was nae bidden: 

I care nae tho' they a 1 mould cry, 

Hech, fee, firs, yonder comes the dirdam* 



StOTS SONGS. in 

When I came to the bridal-houfe, 

Wow, but the flut had little 'havens 1 

For ay (he rave, and rugged at, 
And licked a' the creechy gravins. 

A gentleman that fate neefl me, 

Was fpearing wha was't that was aught her } 
Indeed, fir, I think fhame to tell, 

She's fie a iilly body's daughter. 

The bride fhe minted w? a bane, 

And grin'd at me becaufe I faid it 5 
She faid, fays fhe, fay that again, 

And I'fe gar you make ae thing twa o\\ 

I trow then when the bride faw this, 

She bade my love come for to pleafe me 5 

He came, and bade me chufe my fpring, 

And faid, fays he, "what's this that grieves you? 

I'm neither griev'd nor fad, fays I, 

And that I'll let you ken to eafe you, 

I'll dance, fae will I, gif I like ; 

And ye's tire firft, Sir, I'fe affure you. 

But when the bedding came at e'en, 
Wow, but the houfe was in a fteeryj 

The bride was frighted fair for fear, 
That I wad take awa' her deary. 

My bonny love gae flow to bed, 

He kifs'd her but 'twas for the fafhion; 

And fyne he glowed at my white flan, 

And fyne he figh'd, and rued the bargain, 
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2i8 SCOTS SO KG S. 



HO W lang have I a batclielor been, 
This twa and twenty year ? 
How aft have I a- wooing gane? 
Tho' I came never the near. 

For, Nannie me fays, me winna hae me, 

I look fae like a clotm j 
But by my Tooth, I'm as good as herfel, 

Sae I's ne'er fafh my thumb. 

She fays, if I could loup and dance, 

As T A m the miller can ; 
Or cut a caper like the taylor, 

She wad like me than. 

By my word it's dafEn to lie, 

My joints were ne'er fo nimble ; 
The, taylor he has naething to mind, 

But his bodkin, fliears, and thimble. 

And how do you <lo, my little wee Nan, 

My lamb and flibrikin moufe ? 
And how does your father and mother do, 

And a' the good folks f the houfe ? 

I think nae fliame to fiiaw my (liapes; 

ITe warrand ye^ll guefs my errand ; 
You maun gang wi' me, my fair maid, 

To marry you, fir, I warrand. 

But, maun belongs to the king himfell, 

But no to a country cloun ; 
Ye might have faid, wT your leave, fair maid, 

■Amd letten your maun alane. 



SCOTS SONGS. sip 

fee bat how (he mocks me now, 
She feoffs me and does (corn ; 

The man that marries you, fair maid, 
Maun rife right foon i' the morn. 

But fare ye well, and even's you like, 

For I can get anither. 
He lap on his hone at the back o' the dyke^, 

And gaed hame to tell his mither. 

When Nan faw that, me wad na wait,. 

But flie has ta'en the taylor; 
For when a lafs gets the lad fhe likes 

Tis better far than filler. 

But when he heard that N anse was tint, 

As he fat on yon know ; 
Ke ruggit his hair, he blubberM and grat, 

And to a flane daddiLhis pow. 

His mither came out, and wP the difh clout, 

She d.iddit about his mow; 
The deil's i' the chiekl, I think he's gane daft, 

Get up, ye blubbering Cow., 

If ever there was an ill wife i' the warld, 

It was my hap to get her ; 
And by my hap, and by my luck, 

I had been better butt her. 

1 wjfh I had been laid P my grave, 

When I- got her to marriage ! 
For, the very firfi night the ft rife began, 
And flie gae me my carriage. 
T a 






Iio S C O T S S O N G SL 

I fcoured awa to Edinborow-town, 

Ajid my cutty-brown together; 
And there I bought her a braw new-gown^. 

I'm fare it coil fome filler. 

Ilka ell o't was a crown > 

'Twas better than her marriage : 
But becauie it was black, and it was na br own, 

For that I got my carriage. 

When I faw iiaething h&r wad mend, 

I took her to the foreft ; 
The very firft wood that I came to, 

Green-holan was the ilea reft j 

There I paid her baith back and fide, 

Till a' her banes play'd clatter y 
And a' the bairns gathered round about, 

Cry'd, fy goodman have at her. 



AS I gaed to the well at e'en, 
■*■ *- As any honeft auld woman will do,. 

The carl then he follow'd me, 
As auld carles will do. 

He wod'd me, and loo>d me\ 
A iv ally how he woo^cl me I 
But yet j zvinna tell to you v 
Hozu the carl ivoo'd me.* 

As I fat at my wheel at e'en, 
As any honeft auM woman fhou'd do,. 

The carl he came 'in to me, 
As auld carles will do. 

He zi'oo'd i?7e i and loo'd me. &c<> , 



SCOTS SONGS. 221 

As I gaed' to my bed at e'en, 
As any other honeft auld woman wou'd do, 

The carl then he came to me, 
As auld carles will do. 

He -woo' 'd me, and lo(Pd me, &c. 



Lumps of Pudding. 

1% yT.Y daddy he Iteal'd the minlfter's cow,. 

XvX And 'a' we weans gat puddings anew ; 

The dirt crao out, as the meat gaed in, 

And wow fie puddings as we gat then ! 

Sic lumps o' puddings, fie dads o' bread, 

They flack in my throat, and maift were my dg&tH 

As I gaed by the mmifter's yard, 
J fpied the minifter kifimg. his maid : • 
Gin ye winnae believe, cum here and fee 
Sic a braw new coat the minifcer gied me. 
Sic lumps- 6* puddings j &c. 



Birks of Abergeldie, 

"O O N N i e laflie, will ye go, . 
-U Will ye go, will ye go, 
Bonnie laflie, will ye go 

To the birks o' Abergeldie ? 
Ye fhall get a gown of filk, 

A gown of filk, a gown of filk, 
Ye mall get a gown of filk, 

And coat of calimancoe, 

1 Iff 



222 SCOTS SONG & 

Na, kind Sir, I dare nae gang, 

I dare nae gang, I dare nae gang,, 
Na, kind Sir, I dare nae gang, 

My rainnie (he'll be angry. 
Sair, fair wad fhe flyte, 

Wad fhe flyte, wad fhe flyte ? 
$air, fair wad fhe flyte, 

And fair wad fhe ban me* 



KEEP the country, bonny lafiie, 
Keep the country, keep the country^ 
Keep the country, benny lafiie ; 

I,ads will a' gie gowd for ye : 
Gowd for ye, bonny lafiie, 

Gowd for ye, gow'd for ye, 
Keep the country, bonny lafiie, 
Lads will a* gie gowd for ye. 



AN D fare ye \veel, my auld wife, 
Sing bum, be bery, bum : 
Fare ye weel, my auld wife,. 

Sing bum, bum, bum^ 
3? are ye weel, my auld wife, 
The fleerer up ©' ftrunt and ftrife °, 

The malt^s aboon the meal the night ? 
Wi' Come, fome, fome. 

J^nd fare ye weel, my pyke-ftaff.. 

Sing bum, be bery bum ; 
Fare ye weel, my pyke-ftaff, 

Sing, bum, bum, bum ; 



SCOTS SONGS. 223 

Fare ye weel, my pyke-ftaff, 

Wi' you nae mair my wife I'll baff'j 

The malt's aboon the meal the night 

Wi' fome, fome, fomet 



11TI L L ye go to Flanders, my Mall y — O ? 
* » Will ye go to Flanders, my bonnie Mall y- — O ? 

There we'll get wine and brandy, 

And fack and fugar-candy ; 
Will ye go to Flanders, my Ma lly — O ? 

Will ye go to Flanders, 'my Mall y — © I 

And fee the chief commanders, my Ma l l y — O ? 

You'll fee the bullets fly, and the foldiers how they die ? 
And the ladies loudly cry, my Mally — I 



TIbey Fowler o' the glen, 
There's o'er mony wooing at her ^ 
She has lovers nine or ten? 

There's e'er mony wooing at her i 

Wooing at her, killing at her, 
Clapping at her, cannae get her; 

Shame fa' her filthy fnout, 

There's o'er mony wooing at her. 



224 SCOTS SONGS* 

Kirk wad let. me be* 

I AM a poor filly auld' man$. 
And hirpling o'er a tree j . 
Zet fain, fain kifs wad I, 
Gin the kirk wad let me be* 

Gin a' my duds were aff, 

And a 1 hail claes on, 
O I could kifs a zoung la&, 

As weel as ony man. 

Blink over the Burn, fweet Be t T y. 

IN flmrner I mawed my meadows^. 
In harveft I fliure my corn,. 
In winter I married a widow, 
I wifh I was free the morn. 

Blink over the burn, fweet Betty-,. 

Blink over the burn to me : 
O it is a thoufand pities 
• But I was a widow for thee. 



Green grows the Raihes.. 



G 



R E E N grows the rafhes. — O 
-* Green grows the r allies — O ; 
The feather-bed is no fae fait 
As a bed amang the raihes. 



SCOTS SO N G S 9 225 

We're a' dry wi' drinking o't, 
WeVe a' dry wi* drinking o't ; 
The parfon kift the fidier's wife, 

And he cou'd 11a preach for thinking o't* 
Grven grows , &c. 

The down-bed, the feather-bed,. 

The bed amang the rafhes — O 5 
Yet a' the beds is 11a fae faft 

As the bellies o' the laffes — O. 



OThis is my departing time ! 
For here nae langer maun I flay : 
There's not a friend or foe of mine 
But wiflies that I were away. 

What I hae done for lack o' wit, 

I never, never can recal I 
I hope you're a' my friends as yet : 

Good-night and joy be wi' you all. 



T Hae layen three herring a' fa't : 
•*- Bonnie lafs, gin ze'll take me, tell me now 
And I hae brow'n three pickles o' ma't : 
And I cannae cum ilka day to woo j 

To woo, to woo, to lilt and to woo : 
And J cannae cum ilka day to woo. 



226 SCOTS SONG $ 

I ha 1 e a wee ca'f that wad fain be a eow : 

Bonnie laflie, gin ze'll take me, tell me now 
I hae a wee gryce that wad fain be a fow : 
And I cannae cum ilka day to woo ; 
To tvoo 7 to woo, to lilt and to zvoo ; 
And I cannae cum ilka day to ivoo._ 



Up in the Morning early* 

THERE gaed a fair maiden out to walk ? 
In a morning of July : 
She was fair, bonnie, fweet, and young ;. 
Bat met wi' a lad unruly. 

He took her by tlie lilly-white hand j 

Fie fwore he loo'd her truly :.. 
The man forgot, but the maid thought on, 

O it was in the month of July ! 



Kill the Streen. 
On the Hat's Duke of Argyh., 

OA S I was kilt yeftreen ! 
O as I was kilt yeftreen ! 
Fll never forget till the day that I die, 
Sae mony braw kifles his Grace gae me. 

My father was fleeping, my mither was out, 
And I was my lane, and in came the Dukes 



SCOTS SONGS. 2-27 

I'll never forget till the day that I die, 
Sae many braw kiffes his Grace gae me. 

Kift the flreen, kill the ftreen, 
Up the Gallowgate, down the Green : 
I'll never forget till the day that I die, 
Sae mo:ry braw kiffes his Grace gae me. 



Tune, Fy, gar rub her o J er wP Jirae. 

LOOK up to Pentland's towYing tops, 
Buried beneath great wreaths of maw. 
O'er ilka clengh, ilk fear and flap, 
As high as ony Roman wa\ 

Driving their baws frae whins or tee, 
There's no nae gowfer to be feen, 

Nor douffer fowk wyfmg a-jee 

The bvaft bouls on Tarafon's green. 

Then fling on coals, and ripe the ribs, 
And beek the houfe baith but and ben, 

That mntchken ftoup it hads but dribs, 
Then let's get in the tappit hen. 

Good claret belt keeps out the cauld, 
And drives away the winter foon ; 

It makes a man baith gafh and bauld, 
And lifts his faul beyond the moon. 

Leave to the gods your ilka care, 

If that they think us worth their while, 

They can a rowth of bleffings fpare, 
Which will our fafhious fears beguile. 



?z8 SCOTS SONG S.- 

For what they have a -mind to do, 

That will they do, fhould we gang wood; 

If they command the ftcrms to biaw, 
Then upo' fight the hailftains thud. 

But foon as ere they cry, be quiet, 

The blattering winds dare nae mair move, 

But cour into their caves, and wait 

The high command of fupjeme Jove. 

Let neift day come as it thinks fit, 
The prefent minute's only ours ; 

On pleafure let's employ our wit, 

And laugh at fortune's fecklefs powers ^», 



\KJ HEN I gaed to the mill my lane, 

* " For to ground my malt, 
"The miller-laddie kift me ; 

I thought it was nae fan't. 
What though the laddie kift me, 

When I was at the mill ! 
A kifs is but a touch ; 

And a touch can do na ill, 

X) I loo the miller-laddie ! 
• And my laddie lues me ; 
He has fie a blyth look, 
And a bonnie blinking ee. 

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SCOTS SONGS. zip 

What though the laddie kifl me, 

When I was at the mill ! 
A kifs is but a touch ; 

And a touch can do na ill. 



DOnaid Cowper and his man 
They've gane to the fair -, 
They've gane to court a bonny lafs y 

But fint a ma was there : 
But he has gotten an auld wife, 

And file's come hirpling hame ; 
And (lie's fa'n o'er the buffet-ftool, 
And brake her rumple-bane. 
Sing, Hey Donald, how DonAl d 5 

Hey Donald Cowper ; 
He's gane awa r to court a wife, 
And he's come hame without her. 



Tune, Green Sleeves, 

A S I walk'd by myfelf, I faid to myfelf, 
*-\- And myfelf faid again to me, 
Look well to thyfelf, take care of thyfelf, 
For no body cares* for thee. 

Then I anfwer'd to myfelf, and faid to myfelf, 

With the felf-fame repartee, 
Look well to thyfelf, or not to thyfelf, 

It's the felf-fame thing to me. 
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33* SCOTS SONGS, 

MY wife's a wanton wee thing, 
My wife's a wanton w r ee thing, 
My wife's a wanton wee thing ; 
She'll never be guided by me. 

She play'd the loon e'er /lie was married, 
She play'd the loon e'er fhe was married, 
She play'd the loon e'er fhe was married ; 
She'll do't again e'er fhe die. 



LOG AN- water and Logan-braes — 
I helped a bonnie laffie on wi' her claithsj 
Firft wi' her (lockings, and then wi' her fhoon ; 
And fhe gave me the glaiks when a' was done. 

But had I kend what I ken now, 

I fhould have bang'd her belly fou, 

Her belly fou, and her apron up ; 

And hae fhew'd her the way to Logan-kirk. 



SYmon Brodie had a cow: 
The cow was loft, and he cou'd na find her } 
When he had done what man cou'd do, 

The cow came hame, and the tail behind her. 
Honeft, mild Symon Brodie, 
Stupid, mild, doited bodie ; 
Pll cava' to the North Countrie, 
And fee my ain dear S y m o n Brodie. 



SCOTS SONGS, 231 

Symon Brodie had a wife, 

And wow but flie was braw and bonnie ; 
She took the difh-clout aff the bink, 
And prin'd it to her cockernonie. 

Hone ft, mild Symon Brodie, &c, 
****** 



Barm . 

T'LL trip upon trenchers, I'll dance upon dimes j 
■*- My mither fent me for barm, for barm : 
And through the kirk-yard I met wi' the laird y - 
The (lily, poor body could do me no harm. 

But down i' the park, I met with the clerk. 
And he gaed me my barm, my barm. 
****** 



The bonnie lafs of Anglefey, 

,UR king he has a fecret to tell, 
And ay we'll keep it muft and be 5 
The Englifli lords are coming down, 
To dance and win the victory. 

Our king has cry'd a noble cry, 

And ay we'll keep it muft and be} 

Gar faddle ye, and bring to me, 
The bonnie lafs of Anglefey. 
U z 



2 3 2 SCOTS SONGS. 

Up me ftarts as white as the milk, 
Between him and his company; 

W/hat is the thing I hae to afk, 
If I mould win the vi&ory ? 

Fifteen ploughs but and a mill, 
111 gie thee till the day thou die ; 

And the faired knight in a' my court, 
To chufe thy huflband for to be. 

She's ta'en the fifteen lords by the hand, 
Saying, Will ye come dance with me ? 

But on the morn, at ten o'clock, 
They gave it o'er moft fhamefully. 

Up then rofe the fifteenth lord ; 

I wat an angry man was he ; 
Laid by frae him his belt and fword, 

And to the floor gaed manfully. 

He faid, My feet mail be my dead, 

Before file win the victory y 
But before 'twas ten o'clock at night, 

He gaed it o'er as fliamefully. 



The Dainty Downby. 

THere's a farmer near hard by, 
Sent out his daughter to keep the kvj 
Sent out his daughter to- keep the ky, 
In the green of the Dainty Downby. 



SCOTS SONGS. 2.33. 

This laflie being of a noble mind, 
She went to the garden to pu' a pickle thyme, 
She went to the garden to pu' a pickle thyme, 
In the garden of the Dainty Downby. 

Little did flie ken that the laird was at hame, 
Little did fhe ken that the laird was at. hame, 
Little did flie ken that the laird was at hame, 
The laird of the Dainty Downby. 

He has ta'en her by the milk-white hand, 
He has ta'en her by the grafs- green fleeve,. 
He has made her to be at his command, 
In the green of the Dainty Downby. 

O go hame ! go hame, and tell your father this, 
Go hame, go hame, and tell your father this, 
Go hame, go hame, and tell your father this*,. 
What ye've gotten in the Dainty Downby.. 

Her father is to this young laird gone, 
For to pay feme rents that he was owing,. 
For to pay feme rents that he was owing,. 
To the Laird of the Dainty Downby. 

O how is your daughter Marg'jiet ! he faidj 
O how is. your daughter Marg'ret ! he faidj. 
O how is your daughter Marg'ret, he faidj. 
Since flie. was in the Dainty Downby? 

Gae gar her come and fpeak to me,. 
Gae gar her come and fpeak to me^ 
Gae gar her come right fpeedily, 
To me in the Dainty Downby, 



234 SCOTS SONG S, 

When this laflie before this young laircl came, 
Her lover baith grew pale and wan : 

OMarg'ret, Marg'ret! you've lain with a_ma% 
Since you was in the Dainty Downby. 

O kind Sir ! you may well underitand, 
Since you made me to be at your command, 
You made me to be at your command ; 
And wo to your Dainty Downby !. 

Marc'ret, Mar'gret ! gif I be the man,. 
If I be the man that has done ye the wrang, 

1 fball be the man. that will raife you again ? 
Since you was in the Dainty Downby. 

Then he lias callM upon his vaflals all^ 
He has call'd on them baith great and fmall $ 
Then he has made her there, before them all,. 
The Lady of the Dainty Downby. 



Tlie T o d,. 

THERE dwells a To d on yonder craig ? 
And he's a T o p of might — a ; 
He lives as well on his pur chafe, 
As ony laird; or knight — a. 

John Arm Strang faid unto the Toe, 

An ye come near my fheep — a, 
The firft time that I meet wi' you, 

It's I will gar ye greet — a. 

The T o d faid to J oh k Arms t r. a n g again. 

Ye dare na be fae bauld-— a \. 
Iporhi I hear ony mair o ,J your din, 

X'U worry a' the iheep o' your fauld — %, 



SCOTS SONGS. 



*35 



The To d he hies him to his craig, 

And there fits he fu' cronfs — a ; 
And for Jo h n r e Armstrang, and a' his tykes, 

He does not care a loufe — a. 



R E C K L E M A H U D- I E. 
M I T H E R. 

\\J HERE will we get a wife to you ? 
* * My auld fon Reckle Ma h u d i wi 



SON. 



Wha but Maggie a-yont the bum,. 
She'll make a wife right gudie. 



M I T H E R 



I fear {he'll be but a fober wife, 

My auld. fon Reckle Mahudie, 



son 



I believe you^d hae me feek a king's dochrer, 
But foul fa' me if I dudie. 



m 1 t h e R. 






O whatll you hae to your w add en feafti 
My auld fon Reckie M a 11 u d i e. 



S O N 



A pint of brofe and a good fa't hemngy 
It'll make a feaft right gudie* 



236 SCOTS SONGS, 



M I T H E R. 



I fear it'll be but a fober feaft, 

My auld fon Reckle Mah.udie. 



S O N. 



I believe you'd hae me hae baith fodden and roaff,. 
But foul fa' me, if I dudie. 



M I T H E R, 



O wha'll you hae at. your wadden, 
My auld fon Re e k l e Ma hudis? 



s o No 



Wha but Maggie an myfell, ' 
It'll make a wadden right gudie. 



M I T H E R, 



I fear it'll be but a fober wadden, 
My auld fon Heckle Mahudie,- 



S ON. 



I believe you'd hae me hae an hod of folk ? . 
But foul fa! me gin I dudie. 



THE prettieft laird in a' the weft. 
And that was Bo nnymoon;, 
And Teukston was courageous,. 
Gry'd for a wanton quean : 

And B o y s a c he was -tender,- 
/Slid might nae byde nae wear; y 



SCOTS SONGS. 237 

And yet he came courageoufly, 
Without or dread or fear. 

O B o y s A c gin ye die, 

O Bo y s A c gin ye die, 

O ITe put on your winding fheet^ 

Fine Hollan it mail be. 

I'd rather hae Red-Caftle 
And a red rofe in his hand, 
Before Fd hae ye, Boy sac, 
Wi' thretty ploughs of land. 

O B o y s A c , gin ye die, 

O B o y s a c , gin ye die, 

O V& put on your winding meet, 

Fine Hollan it mall be. 



AND there (lie's lean'd her back to a thorn, 
Oh, and alas-a-day ! Oh, and alas-a-day ! 
And there fhe has her baby born, 

Ten thoufand times good night, and be wi' thee. 

She has houked a grave ayont the fun, 
Oh, and alas-a-day ! Oh, and alas-a-day ! 

And there me has buried the fweet babe in, 

Ten thoufand times good night, and be wi' thee. 

And file's gane back to her father's ha r , 
Oh, and alas-a-day! Oh, and alas-a-day! 

She's counted the leeleft maid o' them a', 

Ten thoufand times good night aiid be wi' thee. 






238 SCOTS SONGS. 

O look not fae fweet, my bonny babe. 

Oh, and alas-a-day! Oh, and alas-a-day! 

Gin ze fmyle fae ze'll fmyle me dead ; 

Ten tlioufand times good night and be wi' thee. 



Tune, Pecfe Sfrae. 



i H E country Twain that haunts the plain,. 
-&- Driving the lightfome plow ; 
At night though tired, with love all fired, 

He views the laffte's brow. 
Whan morning comes, inltead of drums, 

The flails flap merriliej 
To raife the maids out o' their bedsy 
To fhake the peafe-flrae. 

Fair Jenny raife, pat on her claife, 

Syne tuned her voice to fmg ; 
She fang fae fweet, wi"" notes compleat, 

Gard a' the echoes ring- j 
And a' the males lay by their flails, 

And dance mod merrily ; 
And blefs the hour that fhe had power ' 

To fhake the peafe-0rae< 

The mufing fwa'm difturb'd- in brain, 

Faft to her arms he flew, 
And ft rave a while, then wi' a finile r 

Sweet Jenny red in hue, 



SCOTS SONGS, 

She faid right aft, I think ye're daft, 

That tempts a laflie fae ; 
Ye'il do me wrang, pray let me gang, 

And {hake the peafe-ftrae. 

My heart, faid he, fair wounded be, 

For thee, my Je n ny fair ; 
Without a jeft, I get nae reft, 

My bed it proves a friare. 
Thy image fine, prefents me fyne, 

And takes a' reft me frae ; 
And while I dream, in your efteem 

You reckon me your fae. 

Which is a fign ye will be mine, 

Dear Je nn y fay nae na ; 
But foon comply, or elfe I die, 

Sae tell me but a flaw, 
If you can love, for none above 

Thee I can fancy fae, 
I would be bleft if I but wh% 

That you would fhake my ftrae. 

Then Jenny fmiPd, faid, You're begiiil'd, 

I canna fancy thee ; 
My minny bauld, (lie would me fcauld, 

Sae dinna die for me. 
But yet I own I am near grown, 

A woman; fince its fae, 
I'll marry thee, fyne you'll get me 

To fhake your peafe-ftrae. 



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GLOSSARY, 



GLOSSARY, 



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EXPLANATION of the Scotch Words. 



Some general rules, 'jbevbi 
and Northern "Words ar 
ing only a letter change^ 
one taken away of added 



ng therein many Southern 
e originally the fame, hav- 
l for another , or fomeiimes 



la many words ending with 
an I alter an a or u, the 1 is 
rarciy founded. 



Scots. 



Enalifh. 



a; 

Ba ? 




A LL * 




■ mil. 


Ca, 




Call. 


Fa, 




Fall. 


Ga, 




Gall. 


Ha, 




Hall. 


Sma, 




Small. 


Sta, 




Stall. 


Wa, 




Wall. 


Fou, or 


Fu, 


Full. 


Pou, or 


Pu, 


Pull 


Woo, or 


u, 


Wool. 



IT. The 1 changes ro a, w, or u, 
after o, or a, and is frequent- 
ly funk before another con- 
fonant ; as, 



Scots. 
TJAwm, 
PBauk, 
Bouk, 
Bow, 
Bowt, 
Caff, 

Vol 



Eng'ifh. 
TJ Aim. 
** Baulk. 
Bulk. 
Boll. 
Bolt. 
Calf. 



Scots. 


Englifli. 


Cow, 


Coll, or Clip. 


Faut, 


Fault. 


Fan fc, 


Falfe. 


Fo'.vk, 


Folk. 


Fawn, 


Fallen. 


Gowd, 


Gold. 


Haff, 


Half 


How, 


Hole ,or Hollow. 


HoWms, 


Holms. 


Maut, 


Malt. 


Pow, 


Poll. 


Row, 


Roll. 


Scawd, 


Scold 


Stown, 


Stoln. 


Wawk, 


Walk. 



I. An o before Id, changes to 
a or au : as, 



Scots. 

A uld > 



II, 



Englifli, 
QLD. 
Bauld Bold. 

Cauld, Cold. 

Fauld, Fold. 

Hald, or had, Hold. 
I Said, Sold. 

Tald, Told. 

I Wad, Would. 

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Some general Rules, &c. 



IV. The o, oe, ow, k changed 
to 'a, ae, or ai ; as, 



Scots. 

A E, or ane, 
■"■ Aeten, 
Aff, 
Aft en, 
Aik, 
Aith, 

Ain, or awn, 
Alane, 
Am a i ft, 
Anufrrg, 
Airs, 
Aites, 
Apen, 
Awaer, * 
Bain, 
Bair, . 
Bairh, 
Blaw, 
Braid, 
Claith, 
Craw, 
Lrap, 
Fae, 
Frae, 
Gae, 
Gaits, 
Grane, 
Haly, 
Hale, 
Halefome, 
Earae, 
Hait, or het, 
Juaith, 
Laid, 

Lain, or len, 
Lang, 
Law, 
Mae, 
Maift, 
JVIair, 
Mane, 
Maw, 

Na, 
2£aae, 



Englifh. 
QNE 

Oaten. 
Off. 
Often. 
Oak. 
Oath. 
Own. 
Alone. 
Ahnoft. 
Among, 
Oars. 
O^ts. ^ 
Open. 
Owner. 
Bone. 
Bore. 
Both. 
Blow. 
Broad. 
Cloth. 
Crow. 
Drop. 
Foe. 

Fro, or from. 
Go. 
Goats. 
Groan. 
Holy. 
Whole. 
Wholeforme. 
Home. 
Hot. 
Loath. 
Load. 
Loan. 
Long. 
Low. 
Moe. 
Moft. 
More. 
Moan. 
Mow. 
No. 
None* 



Scots. 
Naithing, 
Pape, 
Rae, 
Rair, 
Haip, 
Raw, 
Saft, 
Saip, 
Sair, 
Sang, 
Slaw, 
Snaw, 
St rake, 
Staw, 
Stane, 
'Saul, 
Tae, 
Taiken, 
Tangs, 
Tap, 
Thrang, 
Wae, 
Wame, 
Wan, 
War, 
Wark, 
Warld, 
Wha, 

V. The o or 

changed 

Scots. 
A Nither, 
**■ Bill, 
Birn, 

Brither, 

Fit, 

Either, 

Hinny, 

Ither, 

Mither, 

Nits, 

Nile. 

Pit, 

Rin, 

Sin, 



Engl i Hi. 

Nothing. 

Pope. 

Roe. 

Roar. 

Rope. 

Row. 

Soft. 

Soap. 

Sore. 

Song. 

Slow. 

Snow. 

Stroak. 

Stole. 

Stone. 

Soul. 

Toe. 

Token. 

Tongs. 

Top. 

Throng. 

Woe. 

Womb. 

Won. 

Worfe. 

Work. 

World. 

Who. 

u is frequently 
into i ; as, 

Englifh. 
A Not her. 
** Bull. 
Burn 
Brother. 
Foot. 
Fother. 
Honev, 
Other. 
Mother. 
Nuts. 
Nofe. 
Put. 
Run. 
Sun. 



G L O S S A R T. 



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ABLINS, perhaps. 
Aboon, above. 

Abbey, the precincts of the 
Abbey of Holyroodhoufe 
at Edinburgh, is a fane- 
tuary for* debitors, who 
are fometimes humour- 
oufly termed, Abbey- 
Lairds- 

Abce, let abee, let alone r 
defift, ceafe. 

Aefauld, fmcere, without 
guile. 

Afore, before. 

Afterhind, thereafter. 

Ahiuty behind. 

Air, long fince, early. Air 
tip, fqon up in the morn- 
ing. 
' Airts, points of the com- 
pafs. 

A'm? r alms. 

Arnry, a cup-board. 

Anew, enough. 

Ark, a corn or meal chef!. 

Aries, earneft of a bargain. 

Afe, afttes. 

Afieer, flirring. 

At ains, or anes, at once, 
at the fame time. 

Attour, befides. 

Aw 7 fome, frightful, terrible. 

A -will, of itfelf, of its own. 
accord. 

Aukl-famm, ingenious, 



Auftie, auflere, harfli. 
Aurglebargin, to contend 

and wrangle. 
A-wie r a little. 
Ay out, beyond. 



E. 



T)Adra ns, a cat. 

Eaid, ft aid, abode. 

JBagrie, train. 

Bairns, children. 

Band, bend. 

Bang, is fometimes an ac- 
tion of hade. We fay,, 
he or it came wV a bang. 
— A bang alfo means a 
great number. Of cufto- 
men fiie had a bavg. 

Bangl'd up, fwelled. 

Bangfter, a blnfiering roar- 
ing perfon. 

Bannocks, a fort of breed 
thicker than cakes, and 
round. 

Baps, rolls of bread. 

Barkened, when mire, bloody 
&c. hardens upon a thing 
like bark. 

Barlikhood, a -fit of drunken 
angry pallion. 

Barrow-trams, the {laves. of 
a hand-barrow. 

Batts, cholic. 

Bawbee, halfpenny. 

Barley-brie, ale or beer. 

Bench, forry, indifferent, 



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GLOSSARY. 



Bawfy, bawfand-fac'd, is a 
cow or horfe with a white 
face. 

Bawty, a dog's name. 

Bedeen, immediately, in 
hafte. 

Begoud, began. 

Begrutten, all in tears. 

Beik, to baik. 

Beild, or beil, a fhelter. 

Bern, or been, wealthy. 
A been houfe, a warm 
well f unfilled one. 

Beit, or beet, to help, re- 

- F air - 

Begiink, a trick. 

Belle, bubbles. 

Beltp a girdle. 

Beltan, the 3d of May, or 

Rood-day. 
Ban, curfe. 
Ben, the inner room of a 

houfe. 
Bennifon, bleflmg. 
Benfell, or benfail, force. 
Bend, draught. 
Bent, the open field. 
Beuk, baked. 
Eeurith, fomewhat in the 

mean time. 
Bickering, fighting, running 

quickly; fchoal- boys bat- 
tling with (tones. 
Bigg, build. Bigget, built. 

Biggings, buildings. 
Biggonet, a linen cap or coif. 
Billy, brother. 
Borroftown, a town or bor- 

rough. 



Byre, a byar, a cow -flail. 

Birks, birch-trees. 

Birie, to drink. Common 

people joining their far- 
things for purchafmg li- 

c L nor, they call it, bir- 

img a bawbee. 
Birn, a burnt mark. 
Birns, the ftaiks of burnt 

heath. 
Birr, force, flying fwiftly 

with a noife. 
Birs'd, brii'fed. 
Bittle, or beetle, a wooden 

melt for beating hemp, or 

a fuller's club. 
Black-a-vk'd, of a black 

complexion. 
Blae, pale blue, the colour 

of the fkin when bruifed. 
Blszind leather, tanned lea^> 

ther. 
Blaftum, beguile. 
Blate, bafhful. 
Blatter, a rattling noife. 
B leech, to blanch or whiten* 
Bleer, to make the eye 

water. 
Bleez, blaze. 
Blether, fooliih difecurfe. 

Bletherer, a babler.. 

Stammering is called 

blethering. 
Elm, ceafe. Never blin, 

never have done. 
Blinkan, the flame rifmg and 

falling, as of a lamp when 

the oil is exhaufted. 

Twinkling; 



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245" 



Blink, a glance cf die eye, 

a ray of light. 
Boak, or boke, vomit. 
Boai, a little prefs or cup*- 

board in the wall. 
Bodin, or bodden,. provided 

or furnhhed. 
Bodle, one fixth of a penny 

Englifh. 
Blind-harrie,. a game at 

romps. 
Bodword, an ominous mef- 

i age . Bod w orcl sarenow 

ufed to exprefs ill-natured 

meffages. 
Blob, a drop. 
Boglebo, hobgoblin or fpeo 

tre. 
Bonny, beautiful. 
Bonywalys, toys, gewgaws. 
Bofs, empty* 
Bouk, bulk, oarcafe. 
Bow, or boll, a rneafure e- 

qual to a fack. 
Brankand, gay* 
Bouze, to drink. 
Brochen, a kind of water- 
gruel of oat- meal, butter, 

and honey-. 
Brae, the fide of a hill, bank 

of a river. 
Braird, the firft fpreutingrof 

corns. 
Brander, a gridiron. 
Brands, calves of the legs. 
Brankan, prancing,, a ca- 
pering, 
pranks, wherewith the rus- 
tics bridle their, horfes. 



Brattle, noife, as of horfe- 
feet. 

Brats, rags-. 

Braw, brave, fine in apparel; 

Breeks, breeches. 

Brecken, fearn. 

Brent-brow, fmooth. high- 
forehead. 

Bridal, wedding. 

Brigs, bridges. 

Brifs, to prefs. 

Brock, a badger. 

Bros, broth. 

Erie, foup, fance* 

Browden, fond, 

Browfter, brewer.- 

Browft, a brewing.. 

Bruliment, a broil. 

Buckled, yoked in marriage. 

Bucky, the large fea-fnaiil 
A term of reproach, when 
we exprefs a crofs-natnr- 
ed fellow, by a. thrawn. 
bucky. 

Buff, Bonfenfe.- As, He 
blether'd buff. 

B tight, the little fold where 
the ews are inclofed ar 
milHng-time. 

-Buller,. to. bubble: The 
motion of water at^ a: 
fpring head, or noife of a 
rifmg fide. . 

Bmnbazed, confufed. Made- 
to flare, and look like an 
idiot. 

Bung, completely fuddled, 

as it were to the bung. 
Bunkers,, a bench, or fori* 



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G L O S S A R Y; 



of long low chefts that 

ferve for feats. 
B ambler, a bungler. 
Burn, a brook. 
Bulk, to deck, drefs. 
Buftine, fuftin (cloth )- 
But, often for without; as, 

But feed or favour. 
Bykes or bikes, nefts or hives 

of bees. 
Bygane, bypafl. 
By-word, a proverb. 
Bees, humours, fancies. 
Bun, the pofteriors. 
But and ben, this and the 

other end of the houfe. 
Blyth, chearful. 
Broach, a brooch or clafp. 
Balow, hum : Bas, la Is 

loup ; peace, there is the 

wolf. A phrafe to itiil 

children. 
Bobit. curtfied. 
Belyve, prefently. 
Bid, pray for, defire* 
Bledoch, butter milk. 
Bowgil, a horn. 
Brand, fword. 
Bruke, poffef?, enjoy.. 
Binge, do obeyfence. 
Bute, advantage. 
Blutter, blunder. 
Brecham, the collar of a 

work horfe. 
Bridal- renzie, a horfe's rein. 
Browny, a kind of ghoft or 

familiar fpirit. 



f* A ' D about, put about* 

Cadie, a cadet. 
Cadgie, happy, chearful. 
Can, 'gan, began. 
C anker d, angry, paffionately 

fiiarling.. 
Canna, cannot. 
Cant, to tell merry old tales. 
Cantrips, incantations. 
Canty, chearful and merry. 
Camfhiirie, riotous. 
Cap:?rno:ted, whimilcal, ill- 

natur'd, capricious. 
Car, fledge. 
Carnea, care not. 
Carle, a name for an old 

man. 
Carline, an old woman. 

Girecarline, a giant^a 

wife. 
Cathel, an hot pot, made 

of ale, fugar, and eggs. 
Cauldrife. fpiridcfs. Want- 
ing chearfalnefc in ad- 

drefs. 
Cauler, cool or frefh.. 
Cawk, chalk. 
Call up, to upbraid. 
Chafts, the chops. 
Chandler, chandelier, \a 

candleirick. 
Chapping, an ale-raeafifre 

or ftoup, fomevvhat lefs 

tlian an F.ngliih quart. 



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247. 



Caftocks, the core and ftalk 

of cabbages. 
Chiel, a general term, like 

fellow, ufed fometimes" 

with relpeft ; as, He's a 

very good chiel 5 and 

contemptuously, as, That 

cliiel. 
Chirm, chirp and fing like a 

bird. 
Clutter, to fhiver, to gnafh 

the teeth. 
Chucky, a hen. 
Clan, tribe, family. 
Clank, a fharp blow or 

ftroke that makes a noife. 
Clafhes, chat. 
Clatter, chatter. 
Clanght, took hold. 
Claver, to fpeak nonfenfe. 
Claw, fcratch. 
Claife, clothes. 
Clead, to cloath. 
deeding, cloathing. 
Cleck, hatch. 
Cleek, to catch as with a 

hook. 
Cleugh, a den betwixt two 

rocks. 
Clinty, hard, ftony. 
Clock, a beetle. 
Clotted, the fall of any foft 

moift thing. 
Oofs, a court or fquare ; 

and frequently a lane or 

alley. 
Clour, the little lump, that 

rifes on the head, occa- 

iioned by a blow or fall. 



Clute or cloot, hoof of cows' 

or fheep. 

Cockit, cocked. 

Cockernony, the gathering 
of a woman's hair when 
it is wrapt or fnooded up 
with a band or fnood. 

Cod, a pillow. 

Coft, bought. 

Cog, a pretty large wood* 
en dilh the country peo- 
ple put their pottage in. 

Cogle, when a thing moves 
backwards and forwards, 
inclining to fall. 

Coodies, a fmall wooden 
vefTel, ufed by fome far 
chamber-pots. 

Coof, a ft Lipid fellow. 

Coor, to cover. 

Coot, the ankle. 

Coofer, a fton'd horfe. 

Cooft, did caft. Cooften ? 
thrown. 

Corby, a raven. 

Cofie, fheltered in a convex 
nient place. 

C outer, the coulter of a 
plow. 

Cotter, a fubtenant. 

Cowp, to fall j alfo a fall*. 

Cowp, to change, barter. • 

Cowp, a company of peo- 
ple ; as, merry, fenfelefs,. 
corky cowp. 

Cour, to croutch and creep* 

Couth, frank and kind, 

Crack, to chat., 

Craig, a rock* 



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Craig, neck- 
Cog, a pail. 
Creel, a bafket* 
Crifh, greeze. 
Croil, a crooked dwarf. 
Groon or cruve, to mur- 
mur or hum over a fong. 

The lowing of bulls. 
Croufe, bold. 
Crove, a,, little hutch or 

lodge. 
Crove, a cottage. 
Crummy, a cow's names 
Cryn, fhrink or become lefs 

by drying. 
Cryned, contracted,, fhnmk. 
Cudeigh, a bribe, prefent. 
Culzie, intice or flatter.. 
Cummers, goffips. 
Cun, to tafte, learn, know. 
Cunzie or coonie, coiru 
Curn; a fmall parcel. 
Curfche, a kerchief. A 

linen drefs, wore by our 

Highland women. 
Cutled, ufed kind and gain* 

ing methods for obtaining p 

love and; friendihip. 
Cutts, lots. Thefe are 

ufualiy made of ftrawa 

unequally cut.. 
Cutty, fhort, 



T\A'-i, a proficient; 

Dad, to beat one thing 
againft another. He fell 



wi v a dad. He dadded" 
his head againft the wall, 
&c. 

Dad, a large piece. 

Daddy, father! 

Daft, foolifh, and fome- 
times wanton. 

Daffin, folly, waggery. 

Dail or dale, a valley, a» 
plain, a fhare. 

Dainty,, is ufed as an epi- 
thet of a line man or 
woman. 

Dander, wander to and fro^. 
or-faunter. 

Dang, did ding, beat, thruft, 
drive. Ding dang, mo- 
ving haflily one on tha 
back of another. 

Danton, affright. 

Darn, to hide. 

Darna, dare not; 

Dafh, to put out of coun* 
tenance, 

Dawty, a fondling, darling; 
l?o dawt, to cocker^ 
and carefs with tender- 
nefs. 

Deary, little dear, a term 
of endearment. 

Deave, to ftun the ears with 
noife. 

Dees, dairy maids. 

Deray, merriment, jollity^ 
folemnity, tumult, difor- 
der, noife. 

Dern, feeret, hidden, lonely. 

Deval, to defcend, fail, hur- 
ry,. deM. 



GLOSSARY, 



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Dight, checked, made rea- 
dy ; alfo to clean. 

Dike, a wall. 

Din, noife. 

Dinna, do not. 

Dings, excclis. 

Dirgie, a funeral feflival. 

Dic'd, weaved in figures like 

. dice. 

Dirle, a fmartingpain quick- 
ly over. 

Disjoin, breakfaft. 

Dit, to flop or clofe up a 
hole. 

Divet, broad turf. 

Docken, a dock (the herb). 

Doilt, confufed and filly. 

Doited, dozed or crazy, as 
in old age. 

Daggle, a little dog. 

Dole, a large piece, dole 
or (hare. 

Donk, moift. 

Donfie, affectedly neat. 
Clean, when applied to 
any little perfon. 

Doofart, a dull heavy-head- 
ed fellow. 

Dool, pain, grief. 

Dorts, a proud pet. 

Dorty, proud, not to be 
fpoke to, conceited, ap- 
pearing as difobliged. 

Dofen'd, cold, impotent. 

Dought, could, availed. 

Doughty, flrohg, valiant, 
and able. 

Douks, dives under water. 

Doufe, folld ; grave, prudent. 



Dow, to will, to incline, to 
thrive. 

Dow, dove. 

Dow'd (liquor) that's dead, 
or has loft the fpirits; or 
.withered (plant). 

Dowff, mournful, wanting 
vivacity. 

Dowie, melancholy, fad, 
doleful. 

Downa, dow not ; /. e. tho' 
one has the power, he 
wants the heart to it. 

Dowp, the arfe, the fmall 
remains of a candle, the 
bottom of an egg-fhell. 
Better haff egg as toom 
dowp. 

Drammock and crowdie, 
meal kneaded with wa- 
ter. 

Draff, brewers grains. 

Draggled, draiket ; dirtied, 
befpattered. 

Drant, to fpeak flow, after 
a figlring manner. 

Dree, to fuffer, endure. 

Dreefy, Vvearifcrnie, fright- 
ful. 

Dreigh, flow, keeping at a 
diftance. Hence an ill 
payer of his debts, wo 
call, dreigh. Tedious. 

Dribs, drops. 

Drie, fuffer. 

Drizel, a little water in a 
rivulet, fcarce appearing 
to run. 

Droning, fitting lazily, or 



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a l o s s a r y. 



moving heavily. Speak- 
ing with groans. 

Drouked, drenched, all wet. 

Drowket, drenched, drag- 
gled. 

Dubs, mire. 

Duds, duddies, rags, tatter- 
ed garments. 

Dulfe, fea-weed. 

Dung, defeat. 

Dunt, ftroke or blow. 

Dunty, a doxy. 

Durk. apoignard or dagger. 

Dynles, trembles, makes. 

Dyver, a bankrupt. 



Endlang, along. 

Erd, earth. 

Ergh, fcrupulous, when one 
makes faint attempts to- 
do 'a thing, without a 
fteady refolution. 

Erft, time paft. 

Eftler, hewn ftone. Build- 
ings of fuch we call,, eit- 
ler work. 

Ether, an adder. 

Ether cap, a wafp. 

Ettle, to aim, deflgn. 

Even'd, compar'd. 

Eydent, diligent, laborious, 



J^A G 8^ incite?. #irs up. 
Earn, uncle. 

Eard, earth, the ground. 

Earn, yern. 

Edge (of a hill) is the fide 
or top. 

Ee-brie, eye-brow. 

Een, eyes. 

Eild, age. 

J-imeens, cf the fame age. 

Eiftlin, eaftern. 

Eith, eafy. Eithar, eafier. 

Elbuck, elbow. 

Elf-fnot, bewitched, fiiot 
by fairies. 

Elfon, a fhoemaker's awl. 

Elritch, wild, hideous, un- 
inhabited, except by ima- 
ginary ghofts. 

El wand, the meafure of an 
ell, or yard. 



TpA, a trap, fuch as is ufed" 
for catching rats or mice; 
Fae, a foe, an enemy. 
Fadge, a fpungy fort of 

bread, in (hape of a roll- 
Fag, to tire, or turn weary. 
Fail, thick ttirf, fuch as are 

ufed for building dykes 

for folds, inclofures, (ire 
Fain, expreifes- earneft de- 

fire ; as, Fain would I. 

Alfo, joyful, tickled with 

pleafure. 
Fait, neat, in good order. 
Fairfaw, when we wifh well 

to one, that a good or 

fair fate may befai hirm 
Fang, the talons of a fowl:. 

To fang, to grip, or hold' 

faft. 
Farles, cakes K 



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Fafh, vex or trouble. Fa- 

Ihious, troublefome. 
Faugh, a colour between 
white and red. Faugh 
riggs, fallow ground. 
Fauld, fence, inclofure. 
Fejk, a part, quantity; as, 
>Iaift feck, the greatefl 
"number ; nae feck, very 
few. 
Fecklefs, feeble, little, and 

weak. 
Feed or fead, feud, hatred, 

quarrel. 
Feint, the feint a bit, the 

never a bit. 
Feinzie, feign. 
Fen, fhift. Fending, living 
by induftry. Make a fen, 
fall upon methods. 
Ferlie, wonder. 
Femzier, the laft or fore- 
run year. 
File, to defile or dirty. 
Fire-fang'd, burnt. 
Fireflaught, a flafli of light- 
ning. 
Fiftle, to ftir. A ftir. 
Fitfted, the print of the foot. 
Fizzing, whizzing. 
Flae-lugged, q. d. he has 

a flea in his ear. 
Flaffing, moving up and 
dowii, raifmg wind by 
motion, as birds with 
their wings. 
Flags, flafhes, as of wind 

and fire. 
Flane> an arrow. 



Flang, flung. 

F laughter, to pare turf from 
the ground. 

Flaw, lie or fib. 

Fleetch, to cox or flatter. 

Fleg, fright. 

Flewet, a fmart blow. 

Fley or flie, to affright. 

Fleyt, afraid or terrified. 

Flighteren, fluttering. 

Flinders, fplinters. 

Flit, to remove. 

Flite or flyte, to fcold, 
chide. Flet, did fcold. 

Flowks, foal-fifli. 

Flufhes, floods. 

Fog, mofs. 

Foordays, the morning far 
advanced, fair day- light. 

Forby, befides. 

Forebears, forefathers, an- 
cestors. 

Forfairn, abufed, befpatter- 
ed. 

Forfaughten, weary, faint, 
and out of breath with 
fighting. 

Forgainft, oppofite to. 

Forgether, to meet, en- 
counter. 

Forleet, to forfake or for- 
get. 

Foreftam, the forehead. 

Fouth, abundance, plenty. 

Fow, full, drunk. 

Fozy, fpungy, foft. 

Frais, to make a noife. We 
ufe to fay, One makes a 
frais, when they boaft, 



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A R Y; 



wonder, and talk more 
of a matter than it is 
worthy of, or will bear. 

Fray, buftle, fightings 

Freik, a fool, light, imper- 
tinent fellow. 

Fremit, flrange, not-a-kin. 

Fritted, trufled. 

Frufh, brittle, like bread ba- 
ken with butter. 

Fudgel, plump. 

Fudder, 128 lb. put for any 
large quantity. 

Fuff, to blow. Fulfill, blow- 
ing. 

Furder, profper. 

Furlot, a meafure, beingrthe 
4th of a boll. sbi 

Furthy, forward. > ■■ 

Fufh, brought. 

Furlet, four pecks. 

Fute braid fawing, corn to 
fow a foot-breadth. 

Fyk, to be reftlefs, uneafy. 



pAB, the mouth. To 
prat. Gab fae gafli. 

Gabbing, pratting pertly. To 
give faucy returns when 
reprimanded. 

Gabbocks, large mouthfuls. 

Gabby, one of a ready and 
eafy expreffion ; the fame 
with Auld-gabbet. 

Gaberlunzie, a beggar's wal- 
let. 

Gaed, went. 



Gafaw, a hearty lond laugh- 
ter. To gawf, laugh. 

Gait, a goat. 

Gams, gums. 

Gang, go. 

Gar, to caufe, make, or 
force. 

Gare, greedy, rapacious, ear- 
neft to have a thing. 

Gam, folid, fagacious. One 
with a long out-chin, we 
call, Gafh-gabbet, Gafli- 
beard. 

Gate, way. 

Gaunt, yawn. 

Gawky, idle, flaring, klioti- 
cal perfon. 

Gawn, going. 

Gaws, galls. 

Gawfy, jolly, buxom. 

Gear, wealth, goods. 

Geek, to mock, to loath. 

Geed or gade, went. 

Genty, handfome, genteel, 

Gerfons, fines paid by te- 
nants. 

Get or brat, a child, by 
way of contempt or deri- 
fion. 

Ghaifl, ghoft. 

Gif, if. 
"Giglet, gilflirt. 

Gillygacus or gillygapus, a 
flaring, gaping fool ; a 
gormandizer. 

Gilpy, a roguifh boy 

Gimmer, ayoungfheep(ew). 

Gin, if. 

Gird, to flrike, pierce- 



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•Girdle, an iren-plate for 
to ailing oat- bread. 

Girn, to grin, fnarl ; alfo a 
fhare or trap, fuch as boys 
make of horfe-hair to 
catch birds. 

Girth, a hoop. 

Glaiks, an idle good-for- 
nothing fellow. Glaiked, 
foolifh, wanton, light. To 
give the glaiks, to beguile 
one, by giving him his 
Jabojir for his pains. 

Glailler, to bawl or bark. 

Glamour, fafcination. When 
devils', wizards, or jug- 
glers (deceive the fight, 
they are faid, to cafl gla- 
mour over the eyes of the 
fpe&ator. 

Glar, mire, oozy matter. 

Gled, kite. 

Glee, to fquint. 

Glee, mirth. 

Gleg, fharp, quick, adlive. 

Glen, a narrow valley be- 
tween mountains. 

Glengore, the foul dif- 
eafe. 

Glib, fmooth, Aiding. 

Gloom, to fcoul or frown. 

Glowming, the twilight, or 
evening-gloom. 

Glowr, to flare, look ftern. 

Gkmfh, to hang the t brow, 
and grumble. 

Goolie, a large knife. 

Goofhet, the clock of a 
Hocking. . 

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Gorlings or gorblings, young 

unfledged birds. 
Goffie, goflip. 
Gove, to look broad and 

fledfafl, holding up the 

face 
Gewans, daifies. 
Gowden, golden. 
Gowf, befides the known 

game, a racket or found 

blow on the chops, we 

call a Gowf on the haf- 

fet, 
G rape, a flable-rake. 
G u tcher, grandfather. 
Gouk, the cuckow. In de» 

riiion , we call a thought- 

lefs fellow, and one who 

harps too long on one fub- 

ject, a gowk. 
Gowl, a howling, to bellow 

and cry. 
Goufly, ghaftly, large, wade, 

defolate, and frightful. 
Grany, grandmother, any 

old woman. 
Grane, to groan. 
Grape, a trident fork j alfo 

to grope. 
Gravy, fauce. 
Gree, prize, victory. 
Green, to long for. 
G reet, to weep . G rat, wept. 
Grieve, an overfeer. 
Grip, to hold fail. 
Groff, grofs, coarfe. 
Grotts, mill'd oats. 
Grouf, to lie flat on the 

belly. 



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Crounche or glunfiie, to 

grudge. 
Grutten, wept. 
Grit, great. 
Gryfe, a pig. 
Gumption, good fenfe. 
Gurly, rough, bitter, cold 

(weather.) 
Grunzie, fnout. 
Gefened, when the wood of 

any veflel is fhrunk with 

drynefs. 
Gytlings, young children. 
Gufly, favoury. 
Graith all kinds of inflru- 

ments. 

H 

TTAiTet, the cheek, fide of 
the head. 

Hawick gill. A gill is a 
nieafure for fpirits, con- 
taining half a pint. A 
Hawick gill is a double 
gill, fo named from the 
town of Hawick. 

Hofe, {lockings. 

Halucket, crazy. 

Haddock, a fmall fifli. 

H'mny, honey. 

Hald, dwelling, tenement. 

Hodling, hobling. 

Hafs-bane, bread-bone. 

Haf-mark bridal - band, 
clandeftine marriage. 

Hap, covering. 

Heartfome, gladfome, plea- 
fan:. 



S A R Y. 

Hawflock, wool next the 
windpipe. 

Haith, in faith. 

Heh i hah ! 

HefFs, lodges. 

Hawkies, cows. 

Haiflin, partly. 

Hool, the lhell. 

Hodden-gray, a coarfe gray 
cloth. 

Hap^ cover. 

Herried, plundered. 

Hubbilfchow, «onfufion, up- 
roar. 

Hide, fkin. 

Heck, a rack. 

Hog, a fheep of two years 
old. 

Koble moon, clouted fhoes. 

Hagabag, coarfe table linen. 

Haggife, a kind of pudding 
made of the lungs and li- 
ver of a fheep, and boiled 
in the itomack bag. 

Hags, hacks, peat-pits, or 
breaks in mofiy ground. 

Hain, to fave, manage 
narrowly. 

Halefome, wholefome. 

Hale, whole. 

Halanfliakers, ragamuffins. 

Hameld, domeftic. 

Hamely, friendly, frank, 
open, kind. 

Hanty, convenient, hand- 
fome. 

Harle, drag. 

Harns, brains, Karn-pan, 
the fcull. 



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Harfiiip, rum. 
Haufe, to embrace. 
Hafii, a floven. 
Haveren or havrel, id. 
Haughs, valleys, o" low 

grounds on the fides of 

rivers. 
Ileal or heel, health, or 

whole. 
Heeryefcreen, the night be- 
fore yeflernight. 
Heez, to lift up a heavy 

thing a little. A heezy 

is a good lift. 
Heft, handle. 
Heftit, accuftomed to live 

in a place. 
Heght, promifed; alfo nam- 
ed. 
Hempy, a tricky wag, fuch 

for whomthe hemp grows. 
Hereit, ruined in eftate, 

broke, fpoiled. 
Hefp, a clafp or hook, bar, 

or bolt ; alfo, in yarn, a 

certain number of threads. 
Hether-bells, the heath- 

blo(Tom. 
Hetigh, a rock or fteep hill; 

alfo, a coal-pit. 
Hiddils or hidiings, lurking, 

hiding places. To do a 

thing in hidiings, i. e. 

privately. 
Hirple, to move flowly and 

lamely. 
Hirile, or hirdfale, a flock 

of cattle. * 
llo 7 a. ilngle Hocking. 



Hobblemew, a confnfed 
rout, noife. 

Hool, huik. HooPd, in- 
lofed. 

Hooly, flow. 

Hoit or whoft, to cough. 

How or hu, a cap or roof- 
tree. 

How, low ground, a hol- 
low. 

How ! ho ! 

Howdered, hidden. 

Howdy, midwife. 

Howk, to c-^g. 

Kowms, plains, ©r river- 
fides. 

Howt 1 fy ! 

Howtowdy, a young hen. 

Hnrkle, to crouch, or bow 
together like a cat, 
hedge-hog, or hare. 

Hurl-barrow, a wheel-bar- 
row. 

Hut,, a hovel, 
Hyt, mad. 



TACK, jacket. 

J Jog, to prick as with a 
pin. 

jaw, a wave or gufli of 
water. 

Icefhogles, icicles. 

Jee, to incline to one fide-. 
To jee back and fore, is 
to move like a balance 
up and down, to this and 
the other fide. 



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Jig, to crack, make a noife 
like a cart-wheel. 

Jimp, flender... 

Jip, gypfie. 

Ilk, each. Ilka, every. 

In -kneed, crook-kneed. 

Jow, the toll of a belk 

Ingan, onion. 

Ingle, fire. 

Jo, fweetheart. 

Jowk, a low bow. 

Irie, fearful, terrified, as if 
afraid of fome ghofl or 
apparition. Alfo, melan- 
choly. 

I'fe, I fhafl. 

I'll, I will. 
■Ifles, embers, 

Junt, a large joint or piece 
of meat. 

Jute, four or dead liquor. 

Jupe, to mock. Gibe, 
taunt. 

Ill-far'd, ugly- 
Jack, a piece of armour. 



Kedgy, jovial. 

Keel, red chalk- 
Keek, to peep. 

Keit^ cloth with a freeze j 
commonly made of na- 
tive black wool. 

Kemp, to ftrive who (hall 
perform moft of the fame 
work in the fame time. 

Ken, to know; ufed hi 
England as a noun. A 
thing within ken, i. e. 
within view. 

Kent, a long ftaff, fuch as 
Ihepherds ufe for leaping 
over ditches. 

Kepp, to catch a thing that 
moves towards one. 

Kith, and kin, kindred. 

Kieft, did caft. Vid. Cooft. 

Kilted, tuck'd up. 

Kimmer, a female goffip» 

Kirn, a churn, to churn. 

Kift, cheft. 

Kirtle, an upper petticoat. 



K 

XT 'Vie or kail, colewort, 
and fometimes broth. 

Kacky, to dung. 

Kain, a part of a farm- rent 
paid in fowls. 

Kame, comb. 

Kanny or conny, fortunate ; 
alfo w 7 ary, one who ma- 
nages his affairs difcreet- 
ly. 

Kebbuck, a cheefe. 

Keckle, to laugh, to benoify. 



except bread. 

Kit, a wooden veflel, hoop- 
ed and ftaved. 

Kittle, difficult, myfterioiis, 
obfcure (writings.) 

Kittle,, to tickle, ticklifh. 

Knacky, witty and facetious. 

Knoit, to beat or flrike 
fliarply. $ 

Knoos'd, buffeted and bruif- 
ed.. 

K no oft or knuift, a large 
lump. 

Know, a hillock. 



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JCnockit, beat, bruited. 
Knublcck, a knob. 
Knuckics, only ufed in 

Scotch for tiiefinges next 

the back of the hand. 
Kow, goblin, or any perfen 

one itands in awe to difo- 

blige, and fears. 
Ky, kine or cows. 
Kyth, to appear. He'll kyth 

in his ain colours. 
Kyte, the belly. 
Kurches, a covering for the 

neck. 



T Aggert, befpattered, co- 
vered with clay. 

Laigh, low. 

Latch, loath, forry. 

Lane, my lane, by myfelf. 

Late- wake, a fort of festi- 
val at watching a corpfe. 

Laird, a gentleman of eilate. 

Lack, want. 

Lak or lack, undervalue, 
contemn; as. He that laks 
my mare, would buy my 
mare. 

Landart, the country, or 
belonging to it. Rufiic. 

I^ane, alone. 

fcangoiir, languiming, me- 
lancholy. To hold one 
'out of langour, i. e. to 
diyert. him. 

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Langfome, tirefome, te- 
dious. 

Langkale, cole worts uncut <, 

Lap, leaped. 

Lapper'd, curdled- or clot- 
ted. 

Lare, a place for laying, or. 
that has been lain in. 

Lare, bog. 

Lair, learning; 

Lave, the reft or remainders 

Lawin, a tavern reckoning,. 

Lawland, low country. 

Lavrock, the lark. 

Lawty or lawtith, juftice, fi- 
delity, honefty. 

Leal, true, upright, honefl.,, 
faithful to trull, loyak 
A leal heart never lied- 

Leam, flame. 

Lear, learning, to learn. 

Lee, untilled ground; alfo;. 
an open, grafiy .plain, 
leez. 

Leglen, a milking-pail with 1 : 
one lug or handle. 

Leman, a lover. 

Lemmane, amifcrefs. 

Leugh, laughed. 

Lew- warm, lukewarm;. 

Libbit, gelded, 

Lick, to whip or beatj item,, 
a wag: or cheat, we call: 
a great lick. 

Lied, ye lied, ye tell a lie> 

Lift, the iky or firmament'. 

Liggs, lyes, 



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GLOSSARY, 



Lilts, the holes of a wind 

inftrument of muikk ; 

hence, Lilt up a fpring. 

Lilt it out, take off your 

drink merrily. 
Limmer, a whore. 
Limp, to ha&. 
Lin, a catara£l. 
Xing, quick career in a 

- ftraight line, to gallop. 
Liugl'e, cord, fhoemakers. 

threed. 
Linkao, walking fpeedily. 
L int whites, linnets . 
Lint-tap, lint on the diftafF. 
Lang-fyne, long ago.. 
Let, hinder ance. 
Lire, breafts ; item, the 

moft mufcular parts ; 

fometimes the air or 

completion ©f the face. 
Lirk, a wrinkle or fold. 
Liik, the flank. 
Lith, a joint. 
Loan, a little common near 

to country villages, where 

they milk their cowa. 
Loch, a lake. 
Loo, to love, or me. 
Loof; the hollow of the 

hand. 
Locm&j tools, inftnjments 

in general, velTels. 
Loot, did let 
Low, flame. 
Lowan, flamisg. 
Lown, calm. Keep lown ? 

be fecreU 



Loun, rogue, whore, villain.. 

Lounder, a found blow. 

Lout, to bow down, mak- 
ing courtefy. To {loop* 

Luck, toinclofe, flmtup, fall- 
en. Hence Lucken-hand- 
ed, clofe-fiitsd ; Lucken, 
Gowns, Booths, &c. 

Lucky," grandmother or 
goody. 

Lug, ear. Handle of a pot. 
or vefTel. 

Luggie, a difti of wood .with 
a handle. 

Lum, the chimney. 

Lure, rather. 

Lurdan, lazy fot. 

Lyart, hoary, or grey-hair'ch, 

M- 

TV/rAik or make, matcft ? 

1V1 equal. 

Maiklefs, matchlefs. 

Mailen, a farm. 

Makly, feemly, well-pro^ 
portioned. 

Makfna, it is no matter. 

Malifon, a curfe,maledictiono 

Mangit, gail'd or bruifed by 
toil or ftripes. 

Manfworn, perjured. 

Mantile, a lady's mantle or 
cloak. 

Mank, a want. 

March or merch, a land- 
mark, border of lajidk 

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259 



Marrow, mate, lover. 

Muck, dung 

Meikle, much, great. 

Mou, mouth. 

Monfmeg, a very large an- 
cient piece of ordnance, 
fo called,, which was late- 
ly tranfported from the 
caftie of Edinburgh to the 
tower of London. It was 
of an enormous bore; 
and if we rightly remem- 
ber was formed of pie- 
ces of iron, fitted together 
length-, ways, and hooped 
with iron rings ; this be- 
ing the plan of all the 
firft pieces of artillery, 
which fncceeding the bat- 
tering engines of the an- 
cients, were employed, 
like thefe, in throwing 
flones of a prodigious 
weight. 

Meal-kail, foup with pot- 
herbs and meal. 

Mill, a fnuff-box. 

Mawn, mown. 

Mittens, worfled gloves. 

Munandy, monday. 

Mottie, fpotted, defiled. 

Mifluck, misfortunes. 

Minnin, minnow. 

Maries, waiting-maids. 

Maifter, pifs. 

Marrow, mate,fellow, equal, 
comrade. - 

Maik, to raaih, in brewing. 
Mafidng-loo^i ; jnaih'Vat, 



Maun, nmfL Manna, muft 
not, may not, 

Meikle, much, big, great, 
large. 

Meith, limit, mark, fign. 

Mends, futisfaction, revenge,, 
retaliation. To make a- 
mends, to make a grate- 
ful return. 

Menfe, difcretion, fobrretjr,, 
good-breeding. Mensfou, 
mannerly. 

Menzie, company of men, 
army, affeml-ly, one*s 
followers. 

MefTen, a little dog, lap- 
dog. 

Mell, a mallet. 

Mid ding, a dunghill. 

Midges, gnats, little flies. 

Mim > affectedly modeft.. 

Mint, aim, endeavour. 

Mirk, dark. 

Milk-fyth, milk-flrainer. 

Minny, mother. 

Mifcaw, to give names. 

Mifchance, misfortune. 

Milken, to neglect, or not 
take notice of one ; aifo,. 
let alone.. 

Mifiufhous, malicious, rough,. 

Millers, neceffities, wants, 

Mony, many. 

Mools, the earth of the. 
grave. 

Mool, to crumble. To 
mooi in, to partake. 

Monp, to eat, generally nf- 
ed. of children^ or of. oM 



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people, who' have but 
few teeth, and make 
their lips move raft, 
though they eat but flow. 

Mow, a pile or blng, as of 
feuel, hay, iheaves of 
corn, &c. 

Mows, jefts. 

Muckle, fee Meikle. 

Murgullied mifmanaged, a- 
br.fed. 

Mutch, coif. 

Mutchkeiv an Englifti pint, 

N 

"VTAcky or knacky, clever, 
active in. fmail affairs. 

Nafay, denial. 

Neefe, nofe. 

Kettle, to fret or vex. 

Nevvfangle, fond of a new 
thing. 

New-mawn, new-mowM. 

Nevel, a found blow with 
the fi ft. 

Kick, to bite or cheat. 

• Nicked, cheated : alfo, 
as a cant word to drink 
heartily; as, He nicks 
fine. 

Nieft, next. 

NifFer, to exchange or bar- 
ter. 

NifFnafan, trifling. 

Nignays, trifles. 

Nips, bits. 

Nither, to ftraiten. Ni- 
thered ? hungered, or 



half-ftarved in maiifo* 

tenance. 
Nive, the fift. 
Nivefow, a handful. 
Nock, notch or nick of an 

arrow or fpindle. 
Noit, fee Knoit. 
Nook, comer. 
Nor, than. 
Nowt, cows, kine." 
Nowther, neither. 
Nuckle, new calv'd (cows). 



O 



O 

E, a grandchild. 
G?er or ower, too much ; 

as, A' o'ers is vice, All! 

excefs is vicious. 
O'ercome, fuperplus. 
O'erput, to overcome. 
Ony, any. 
Or, fometimes ufed for ere^ 

or before. Or day, /. e.. 

before day-break. 
Ora, any thing over what's 

needful. 
Orp, to weep with a con- 

vulfive pant. 
Oughtlens, in the lead. 
Owk, week. 
Ourlay, a cravat. 
Owfen, oxen. 
Owther, either. 
Oxter, the arm-pit. 



pA-CE, eafter. 
■ Eaddock-,. a frogi 



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261 



Paddock-ride, the fpawn of 
frogs. 

Padeli, a fhovel. 

Paiks, chaftifement. To 
paik, to beat or belabour 
one foundry. 

Pang, to fqueeze, prefs, or 
pack one thing into an- 
other. 

Pap, breaft. Take the pap, 
take the breaft. 

Partans, crab-fifh. 

Paughty, proud, haughty. 

Paunches, tripe. 

Pawky, witty, or fly in 
word or action, without 
any harm or bad defigns. 

Pearlings, lace of threed. 

Peck, the 1 6th of a boil. 

Peer, a key or wharf. 

Peets, turf for fire. 

Pegh, to pant. 

Penfand, thinking. 

Penfy, finical, foppifh, con- 
ceited. 

Perfyte, perfect. 

Perquire, by heart. 

Pett, a favourite, a fond- 
ling. To pettle, to dan- 
dle, feed, cherifh, flatter. 
Hence, to take the pett, 
is to be peevifh or fullen, 
as commonly petts are 
when in the leaft difobli- 
ged. 

Fettled, fondled, pampered. 

X'ibroughs, fuch Highland 
tunes as are played on 
bag-pipes before them 



when they go out to 
battle. 

Pig, an earthen pitcher. 

Pike, to pick out, or chufe. 

Pillar, the ftool of repent- 
ance. 

Pjmpin, pimping, mean, fcur- 
vy. 

Pine, pain or pining. 

Pingle, to contend, flrive ? 
or work hard. 

Pirn, the fpool or quill 
within the fhuttle, which 
receives the yarn. Pirny 
(cloth) or a web of une- 
qual threads or colours, 
ftripped. 

Pith, ftrength, might, force. 

Plack, two bodies, or the 
third of a penny Englifh. 

Plaid, ftripped, woolen co- 
vering. 

Pleen, complain. 

Pleugh, plow. 

Plucky-faced, pimpled. 

Poortith, poverty. 

Pople or paple, the bub- 
bling, purling, or boiling 
up of water. 

Porridge, pottage. 

Pouch, a pocket. 

Pow, fkull. 

Powny, a little horfe or 
galloway ; alfo, a turky. 

Powfowdie, ram -head foup. 

Pratick, pracTke, art, ftra- 
tagem. Priving pratick, 
trying ridiculous experi- 
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Prets, tricks^ rogueries. We 
fay, He plaid me a pret, 
/. e. cheated. The cal- 
lan's fou o' prets, i.e. 
has abundance of waggifh 
tricks. 

Prig, to cheapen, or impor- 
tune for a lower price of 
goods one is buying. 

Prin, a pin. 

Prive, prie, to prove or 
tafte. 

Propine, gift or prefent. 

Pryme or prime, to fill or 
fluff. 

Putt a ftane, throw a big 
Hone. 



QJ 



UAT, quit. 



Quey, a young cow. 
Quhittill, knife. 

R 

T} Acket, blow, box on the 

• ear. 

Racklefs, carelefs ; one who 
does things without re- 
garding whether they lae 
good or bad, we call him 
Racklefs handed. 

Use, a roe- 

Kaffan, merry, roving, hear- 
ty-' . 

Raird, a loud found. 

Rair, roar. 

Ra': or corikj a xnift or fcg. 



Rampage, to fpeak and a& 
furioufiy. 

Ranting,^ roufing, jolly. 

Rape, rope. 

Raihes, ruflies. 

Ratch, hound. 

Rave, did rive or tear.' 

Raught, reached. 

Rax, to ftretch. Rax'd, 
reached. 

Ream, cream. Whence 
reaming ; as, reaming li- 
quor. 

Red up, drefs adjufled. 

Red- wood, mad, furious. 

Redd, to rid, unrr.vel. To 
feparate folks that are 
fighting. It alfo fignifies 
clearing of any paiiage. 
I'm redd, I'm apprehen-^ 
five. 

Rede, counfel, advice ; as, 
I wad na rede ye do that. 

Reek, reach; alfo, fmoke. 

Reeft, to ruft, or dry in the 
fmoke 

Reft, bereft, robbed, for- 
ced or carried away. 

Reif, rapine, robbery. 
Reik or rink, a courfe or 

race. 
Reveled, entangled. 
Rever, a robber or pirate. 
Rew, to repent. 
" Rewth, pity. 
Rice or rife, bulruflies, bram- 
ble-branches, or twigs of 
trees. 
Rifarts, raddifhesv 



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Rife or ry-fe, plenty. 
Rift, to belch. 
Rigs, ridges. 

Rigging, the back or rig- 
back, the top or ridge of 

a houfe. 
Ripples, a weaknefs in the 

back and reins. 
Ripling-kame, a comb for 

dreiiing flax. 
Rive, to rend, fplit, or 

burft. 
Rock, a diftaff. 
Rood, the crofs. 
Roofe or rufe, to commend, 

extol. 
Roove, to rivet. 
Rottan, a rat. 
Roudes, a term of reproach 

for an old woman. 
Roundel, a witty, and of- 
ten a fatyric kind of rhime. 
Rowan, rolling. 
Ro wfled, grown fliff, or 

nifty. 
Rowt, to roar, efpecially 

the lowing of bulls and 

cows. 
Rowth, plenty. 
Ruck, a rick or flack of 

hay or corns. 
Rude, the red taint of the 

completion. 
Ruefu, doleful. 
Rug, to pull, take away by 

force. 
Rumple, the rump. 
Rungs, fmall boughs of trees, 

lopped off. 



Runkle, a wrinkle. 
Runckle, to ruffle. 



CAebeins, feeing it is. Since. 
Saiklefs, guiitlefs, free, 
forfakea, frieridlefs. 

Sail, fhall. Like foud for 
mould. 

Samen, the fame. 

Sand-blind, pur-blind, (hort- 
fighted. 

Sappy, inolft, liquorim. 

Sark, a Ihirt. 

Saivgh, a willow or fallow- 
tree. 

Saw, an old faying, or pro- 
ve ibial expreilion. 

Scad, fcald. 

Scant, fcarce, fmall. Scan- 
ty tocher, fmall portion; 

Scar, the bare places o.. the 
fides of hills warned down 
with rain. 

Scart, to fcratch. 

Scawp, a bare dry piece of 
flony ground, 

Scon, a cake of bread. 

Scouling, frowning. 

Scowp, to leap or moveha- 
flily from one place to an- 
other. 

Scowth, room, freedom. 

Scrimp, narrow, ftraitened, 
little. 

Scroggs, fhrubs, thorns, 
briers. 

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Scuds, ale. A late name gi- 
ven it by the benders. 

Scunner, to loath. 

Sell, felf. 

Serf, vaffal, fervant. 

Seuch, furrow, ditch. 

Sey, to try. 

Seybow, a young onion. 

Shaggy, crooked, wry. 

Shan, pitiful, filly, poor. 

Shanks, limbs. 

Shanks-naigie, on foot. 

Sham, cow's dung. 

Shave, a {lice. 

Shaw, a wood or forefl. 

Shawl, fhallow. 

Shawn, {hewn. 

Shawps, empty hufks. 

Sheen, mining. 

Shield, a fhed. 

Shill, fhrill, having a iharp 
found. 

Shin, the ancle. 

Shire, clear, thin. We call 
thin cloth, or clear liquor, 
{hire j alfo, a clever wag, 
a (hire lick. 

Shog, to wag, (hake, or 
jog backwards and for- 
wards. 

Shool, {hovel. 

Shoon, {hoes. 

Shore, to threaten, to cut. 

Shottle, a drawer. 

Sib, a-kin. 

Sic, fuch. 

Sicken, fuch. 

Sicker, firm, fecure. 

Sike, a rill -or rivuleJ^ com- 



monly dry in fummer. 

Siller, filver. 

Sindle or finle, feldom. 

Singit, finged. 

Sinfyne, fince that time, 
Lang fynfyne, long ago. 

Skaill, to fcatter. 

Skair, {hare. 

Skaith, hurt, damage. 

Skeigh, fkittiih. 

Skelf, ihelf. 

Skelp, to run. Ufed when 
one runs barefoot. Alfo, 
a fmall fplinter of wood. 
Item, To flog- the hips. 

Skiff, to move fmoothly away. 

Skink, a kind of ftrong 
broth, made of cows 
hams or knuckles ; alfo, 
to fill' drink in a cup. 

Skip, leap. 

Skipper, pilot. 

Skirl, to fliriek or cry with 
a mrill voice. 

Sklate, flate. Skailie, is a 
fine blue flate. 

Skowrie, ragged, nafly, idle. 

Skreed, a rent. 

Skybauld, a tatterdemalion. 

Skyt, fly out haftily. 

Slade or {laid, did Aide, mo- 
ved, or made a thing 
move eafily. 

Slap or. flak, a gap or nar- 
row pafs between two 
hills. Slap, a breach 
in a wall. 

Slavering, drivelling or flob* 
bering. 



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■Sled, fledge. 

Slee, fly. 

Sleek, fmooth. 

Sleet, a mower of half* 
melted fnow. 

Slerg, to bedawh or plaifter. 

Slid, fmooth, cunning, flip- 
pery ; as, He's a Aid 
lown. Slippy ^ (lippery. 

Slippery, fleepy. 

Slonk, a mire, ditch, or 
floughj to wade throw a 
mire. 

Slote, a bar or bolt for a 
door. 

Slough, h'ufk or coat. 

Smaik, a filly little pitiful 
fellow ; the fame with 
fmatehet. 

Smirky, fmiling. 

Smittle, infeftious or catch- 
ing. 

Smoor, to fmother. 

Snack, nimble, ready, clever. 

Snaw-ba's, jokes, farcafms. 

Sneeft, an air of difdain. 

Sned, to cut. 

Sneer, to laugh in derifion. 

Snt g, to cut ; as Sneg'd off 
at the web's end. 

Siaell, fharp, fmarting, bit- 
ter, firm. 

Snib, fnub, check, or re- 
prove, correct. 

Snifter, to fnuff or breathe 
through the nofe a little 
ftopt. 

Snod, metaphorically ufed 
for neat, handfome, tight. 
Vol. II. 



Snood, the band for tying 
up a woman's hair. 

Snool, to difpirit by chid- 
ing, hard labour, and the 
like ; alfo, a pitiful grove* 
ling flave. 

Snoove, to whirl round. 

Snotter, fnot. 

Snout, nofe. 

Snurl, to ruffle,, wrinkle. 

Snut, to curl the nofe in 
difdain. 

Sod, a thick turf. 

Soufy, happy, fortunate, 
lucky : fometimes ufed 
for large and lufty. 

Sore, forrel, reddlfh-co- 
lo tired. 

Sora, to fpunge. 

Sofs, the noife that a thing 
makes when it falls to the 
ground. 

Sough, the found of wind 
amongft trees, or of one 
fleepingi, 

Sowens, flummery, or oat- 
meal fowr'd amongft wa- 
ter for fome time, then 
boiled to a confiftency, 
and eaten with milk' or 
butter. 

Sowf, to conn over a tune 
on an inftrument. 

Sowm, a fcore of flieep. 

Spae, to foretel or divine. 
Spaemen, prophets, au- 
gurs. 

Spain, to wean from the 
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-Spait, a torrent, flood, or 

iiinundation. 
Spaldings, fmall fidi dried 

and Talced. 
-Spang, a jump ; to leap or 

jump. 
Spaul, fhoulder, arm.' 
Speel, to climb. 
Speer, to afk, enquire. 
Spelder, to fplit, flretch, 

draw afunder. 
Spence, the place of the 

h o u fe where pro vifi ons 

are kept. 
Spice, pride. 
Spill, to fpoil, abufe. 
Spindle and whorl, inftru- 

ments pertaining to a di- 

ftaff. 
Spoolie, fpoil, booty, plun- 
der. 
Spraings, ftripes of .different 

colours. 
Spring, a tune on a mufical 

infirument. 
Sprufh, fpruce. 
Sprutd'd, fpeckled, fpotted. 
Spung, purfe. 
Spunk, tinder. 
Spurtle, a flat iron for turn- 
ing cakes. 
Staig, a young horfe. 
Stalwart, flrong and valiant. 
Stang, did fling ; alfo, a 

fling or pole. 
Stank, a pool of (landing 

water. 
Sow-Jibber, fow-gelder. 



Stark, flrong, robuft. 

Starns, the ftars. Starn, 
a fmall moiety*- We 
fay, NeVr a (tarn. 

Stay, fleep ; as. Set, a flout 
heart to a flay brae. 

Steek, to fhiit, clofe. 

Stegh, to crara. 

Stend or ften, to move with 
a hafly long pace. 

Stent, to flretch or extend, 
to tax. 

Stick out, juts out. 

Stipend, a benefice. 

Stint, to confine. 

Stirk, a fleer or bullock. 

Stoit or (lot, to rebound or 
reflect. 

Stoar, rough, horfe. 

Stool, a feat. The ftool of 
repentance is a confpicu- 
ous feat in the Prefby- 
terian churches, where 
thofe perfons who have 
been guilty of inconti- 
nence are obliged to ap- 
pear before the congre- 
gation for feveral fuccef- 
five Sundays, and receive 
a public rebuke from the 
minifler. 

Ston, to cut or crop. A 
flou, a large cut or piece. 

Stound, a fmarting pain or 
flit h. 

Stoup, a can. 

Soup, a drop, a quantity li- 
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Stour, dufi: agitated by winds, 

men or horfe feet. To 

ftour, to run quickly. 
Stowth, ftealth. 
Strapan, clever, talL, hand- 

fome. 
Strath, a plain on a river 

fide. 
Streek, toftretch. 
Striddle, to ftride ; applied 

commonly to- one that's 

little. 
Strinkle, to fprinkle or draw. 
Stroot or ftrut, ftuff'd full, 

drunk. 
Strunt, a pet. To take the 

ftrunt, to be petted or 

out of humour. 
Studdy, an anvil, or fm'.th's 

ftithy. ■ 
Sturdy, giddy-headed; item, 

ftrong. 
Sture or floor, ftiff, ftrong, 

hoarfe. 
Sturt, trouble, difturbance, 

vexation 
Stym, a blink, or a little 

fight of a thing. 
Suddle, to- fully or defile. 
Snmph, blockhead. 
Sunkan, fplenetic. 
Sunkots, fomething. 
Su-tor, fhoemaker. 
Swaird, the furface of the 

grafs. 
Swak, to throw, caft with 

force. 

Z 



Swankies, clever young fel- 
lows. 

Swarf, to fwooii away, 

Swap, to exchange. 

Swafn, fquat, fuddled. 

Swatch, a pattern. 

Swats, fmall ale. 

Swecht, burden, weight, 
force. 

Sweer, lazy, flow. 

Sweeties, confections. 

Swelt, fuffocated, chcaked 
to death. 

S withy begone quickly. 

Swinger, It out wencher. 

S wither, to be doubtful 
whether to do this or 
that. 

Sybows, a fpecies of fmal! 
onions. 

Syne, afterwards, then.. 



HKA c k e l , an arrow.' 
X Taid, toad. 

Tane, taken, 

Tane, the one. 

Taiken, token; 

Tangles, fea-weed^ 

Tap, a head. Such a quan- 
tity of lint as fpinfters put 
upon the diftaff, is called 
a Lint-tap. 

Tape, to ufe any thing fpa=»- 
ringly. 



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GLOSSARY. 



Tappit-hen, the Scotch quart 
ftoup. 

T arrow, to refufe what we 
love, from a crofs hu- 
mour. 

Tartan, crofs flopped fluff 
of various colours, check- 
ered, The Highland plaid. 

Tafs, a little dram-cup. 

Tate, a fmall lock of hair, 
or any little quantity of 
wool, cotton, &c>. 

Taunt to mock. 

Tawpy, a foolifh wench. 

Taz, a whip or fcourge. 

Ted-, to fcatter, fpread. 

Tee, a little earth, on 
which gamefters at the 
gowf fet their balls be- 
fore they flrike them off. 

Teen or Tynd, auger, rage, 
forrow. 

Tenfome, the number of ten. 

Tent, attention. Tenty, 
cautious. 

Teugh, tough. 

Thack, thatch. Thacker, 
thatcher. 

Thae, tliofe. 

Tharms, fmall tripes. 

Theek, to thatch. 

Thir, thefe. 

Thirled, bound, engaged. 

Thole, to endure, fuffer. 

Thoufe, thou fhalt. 

Thow, thaw. 

Thowlefs, unacliye,. filly, 
lazy, heavy. 

Thraw-cropk, ft crooked 



flick for twifling liny or 

flraw ropes. 
Thrawart, froward, crofs, 

crabbed. 
Thrawin, flern and crofs- 

grained. 
Three j», to aver, alledge, 

urge, and affirm boldly. 
Thud, a blafl, blow, florm, 

or the violent found of 

thefe. Cry>d, heh at ilka 

thud ; i.e. gave a groan 

at every blow. 
Tid, tide or time ; proper 

time; as, He took the tid. 
Tift, good order, health. 
Tight, neat. 

Tine, to lofe. Tint, loft. 
Tike, dog. 
Tinkler, tinker. 
Tinfel, lofs. 
Tip, or tippony, ale fold for 

2 cL the Scotch pint. 
Tirl at the pin, rap with the 

knocker. 
Tirl or tir, to uncover a 

houfe, or undrefs a per- 

fon ; flrip one naked. 

Sometimes a fliort action 

is named a Tirle ; as, 

They took a tirle of 

dancing, drinking, &c 
Titty, fitter. 
Tocher, portion, dowry. 
Tod, a fox. 

Tooling, reeling, tottering. 
Tooly, to hght. A fight or 

quarrel. 
Toom,. empty j. applied to. 



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a-barrel, purfe, houfe, tec- 
Item, to empty. 

Tofli, tight, neat. 

Tovy, warm, pleafant, half 
fuddled. 

To the fore, in being, alive, 
unconfumed. 

Toufe or touzle, to rumple, 
teaze. 

Tout, the found of a horn 
or trumpet. 

Tow, a rope^ A Tyburn 
neck-lace, orStJohnitoun 
ribband. 

Towmond, a year or twelve- 
month. 

Trewes, hofe and breeches 
all of a piece. 

Trig, neat, handfome. 

Troke, exchange. 

True, to true, truft, be* 
lieve ; as, True ye fae P 
or Love gars me- true ye. 

Trencher, wooden platter. 

Tryft, appointment. 

Twin, to part with, to fe- 
parate from* 

Twitch, touch. 

Twinters, fheep^ of** two 
years old. 

Tydie, plump, fat, lucky. 

Tynd, vide Teen. 

Tyft, to entice, ftir up, al- 
lure. 

U 



TTGG, ti> deleft, hate, nau* 
V feate. 



Ugfome, hateful, naufeous^. 

horrible. 
U-mwhile, the late, or de~ 

ceafed, fome time ago. 

Of old. 
Undocht or wandocht, a 

filly, weak perfon. 
Uneith, not eafy. 
Ungeard, naked,, not clad, 

unharneffed. . 
Unko or unco, uncouth^ 

ftrange- 
Unloofome, unlovely. 

Vougy, elevated, proud. 
That boafts or brags o£' 
any thing. 

W 

"ryAD or wed, pledge £ 
wager, pawn j alfo^. 

would. 
Waff, wandering by itfelf,. 
Wak^moift, wet. 
Wakrife, wakeful: 
Waladay ! alas ! welloday !* 
Wale, to pick and chufe. 

The wale, /; e. the beft. 
Wallets, bags.. 
Wallop, to move fwiftJyy, 

with much agitation. 
Wally, chofen,. beautiful,. 

large. A bonny wally?,, 

i. e. a fine thing* 
Wame, womb: 
Wamill, ftomach turns. 
W andought, wantof doughty 

impotent, 
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Waneafe, tmeafinefs. 
Wangrace, wickednefe,want 

of grace. 
Wap, a fudden flroke. 
War, worfe. 
Ware, goods, to fpend- 
"Warlock, wizard* 
Wat or wit, to know. 
W aught, a large draught. 
Waughts, drinks largely. 
Wearifu', woeful. 
Wee, little ; as, A wanton 

wee thing. 
Wean or wee ane, a child. 
Ween, thought, imagined, 

fuppofed. 
Weer, to flop or cppofe. 
Weir, war. 

Weird, fate or deftiny. 
Weit, rain. 
Werfh, infipid, wallowifhj 

wanting- fait. 
Weill in, weftern. 
Whang, a large portion of 

any thing. 
Whauk, whip, beat, flog. 
Whid, to fly quickly. A 

whid is a hafty flight. 
Whilk, which. 
Whilly, to cheat. Whilly- 

wha, a cheat. 
Whinging, whining, (peak- 
ing with a doleful tone. 
"Wringer, hanger. 
Whins, furze. 
Whifht, hufht. Hold your- 

peace. 
#tfhi% to pull out haftily. 



Whomilt, turned upfids- 

down. 
Wight, flout, clever, a-Slive, 

z'tem, a man or perfon. 
Wilks, perriwinkles. 
Wimpling, a turning back^ 
ward and fore ward, wind- 
ing like the meanders of 
a river. 
Win or won, to reiide, 

dwell. 
Winna, will not. 
Wmnocks, windows. 
Winfom, gaining, defirable* 
agreeable, complete, 
large ; we fay, My 
winfome Love. 
Wirrykow, a bugbear. 
Wifent, parched, dry, wi- 
thered. 
Wiftle, to exchange (mo, 

ney.) 
Witherfhins, crofs motion,. 

or againft the fun. 
Won, to refide, to dwell. 
Woa or W, wool; as in 
the whim of making five 
words out of four let- 
ters, thus, z, a, e, w ;.. 
(i. e. ) Is it all one wool ? 
Wood, mad* 
Woody, the gallows* 
Wordy, worthy. 
Wow ! ilrange ! wonder- 

ful! 
Wrath, a fplMt, or phan* 

torn. 
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heaps of it are blown to- 
gether by the wind. 

Wyiing, inclining. To wyfe, 
to lead, train. 

Wyfon, the gullet. 

Wyte, to blame. Blame. 



VAMP H, to bark, or 
make a noife like little 
dogs.. 

Yap, hungry, having a long- 
ing deiire for any thing. 

Yamers, a cry of fowls, as, 
ca, ca. 

Yealton, yea wilt thou. 



Yed, to contend, wrangle. 
Yeld, barren, as a cow 

that give3 no milk. 
Yerk, to do any tiling with 

celerity. r 

Yerd, earth. 
Yelk, the hiccup. 
Yett, gate. 
Y eitre en, yeflernight. 
Yied, went. 
Youdith, yonthfulnefso 
Yowden, wearied. 
Yowls, howlings, fcreams, 
Yowf, a fvvinging blow* 
Yuke, the itch. 
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INDEX. 



N. B. The Figures refer to the Page, and the 
Numerals to the Volume. 



ABOUT zule whan the wind blew cule, 
As Bothwel was walking in the Highlands 
alone, 
As it fell out on a long fummer's day, 
As I was walking all alone, 
A' the boys of merry Linkim, 
A better niafon than Lammikin, 
An thou wert mine ain thing, 
Awake, my love, with genial ray, 
As I came in by Tiviot-fide, 
Adieu, ye ftreams that fmoothly glide, 
Ah, Chloris, could I now but fit, 
Ah, the ihepherd's mournful fate. 
Adieu for a while, my native green plains, 
As walking forth to view the plain, 
As f went forth to view the Ipring, 
As Sylvia in a foreft lay, 
As from a rock paft all relief, 
At Polwart on the green, 
A lafs that was laden'd with care, 
Alas, when charming Sylvia's gone, 
At fetting day and riling morn, 
Auld Rob Morris that wins in yon glen, 
Although I be but a country lafs, 
A fouthland Jenny that was right bonny, 
And I'll o'er the muir to Maggy, 
A cock-laird fou cadgie, 
A ladie and a lafiie, 
As I fat at my fpinning wheel, 
An I'll awa' to bonny Tweed-fide, 
Alas, my fon, you little know, 



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As Jamie gay gang'd blyth his way, 
A friend of mine came here yeitreen, 
As I was walking ae May morning, 
As I came in by Fifherraw, 
As Patie came up frae the glen, 
And a' that e'er my Jenny had, 
As I came down bonny Tweed-fide, 
As I gaed to the well at e'en, 
And fare ye weel, my auld wife, 
As I walk'd by myfelf,I faid to myfelf, 
And there file's lean'd her back to a thorn r 
B 

Balow, my boy, ly ftill and fleep, 

Bufk ye, buik ye, my bonny, bonny bride, 

Beneath a green fhade a lovely young fwain, 

Bufk ye, buik ye, my bonny bride, 

BefTy's beauties fhine fae bright, 

By fmooth winding Tay a fwain was reclining, 

Bleft as th' immortal gods is he, 

Blyth Jocky young and gay, 

Bright Gynthia's power divinely great, 

By a murmuring ftream a fair fhepherdefs lay, 

Beneath a green fhade I fand a fair maid, 

By Pinky-houfe oft let me walk, 

Beneath a beech's grateful fhade, 

By the delicious warmnefs of thy mouth, 

Beneath a green willow's fad ominous fhade, 

Blyth, blyth, blyth was fhe, 

But are you fure th*e news is true*, 

Blyth young Befs to Jean did fay, 

Braw, braw lads of Galla- water, 

Bonny lafne, will ye go, 

c 

Clavers and his Highlandmen, 
Clerk Colvill and his lufty dame, 
G are, away gae thou frae me, 
Come, carles a' of fumbler's ha', 
Come, let's hae mair wine in, 
'Cauld be the rebel's caft, 
Cauld kale in Aberdeen,. 



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IN D EX. 277 

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Dumbarton's drums beat bonny — O, i 209 

Duty and part of reafon, i 303 

Deil tak the wars that hurried Billy from me, i 306 

Down in yon meadow a couple did tarry, ii 38 

Dear Roger, if your Jenny geek, ii 191 

Donald Cowper and his man, ii 229 

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Earl Douglas, than quham nevir knicht, i 144 

t; 

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Frae Duuidier as I came throuch, i 37 

From Spey to the border was peace and good order, i 45 

Falfe Sir John a-wooing came, i 93 

From anxious zeal and faclious ftrife, i 205 

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove, i 250 

Farewel to Lochaber, and farewel my Jean, 1 236 

For the lack of gold fhe"s left me, . 1253 

From Roflin caftle's echoing walls, i 284 

Falfe luve, and hae ze played me this, ii 6 

Fy let us a' to the bridal, • . ii 24 

For the fake of fomebodv, ii 41 

G 

Gil Morrice was an erle's fon, i 1 

God profper long our noble king, i 54 

Gilderoy was a bonny boy, i 73 

Good-morrow, fair miftrefs, the beginner of ltrife, ii 5 

Gin ye meet a bonny laffie, ii 42 

Gie me a lafs wi' a lump of land, ii 66 

Gude day now, bonny Robin, ii 166 

Gin I had a wee houfe and a canty wee fire, ii 179 

Gae to the ky wi' me, Johny, ii 203 

Gie my love brofe, brofe, ii 203 

Green grows the rafhes, ii 224 

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How blytlie ilk morn was I to fee, i 181 

Hear me, ye nymphs and every fwain, i 190 

How fweetly fmells the fiaimer green, i 198 

How happy is the rural clowij, i 229 

Happy's the love which meets return, i 260 



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578 INDEX. 

How can I be blyth or glad, 

Have you any pots cr pans, 

Honefi man, John Ochiltree, 

Hearken and I will tell you how, 

Here awa', there awa', here awa', Willie, 

How dan dilly dow, 

Herfel pe Highland fhentleman, 

How fhall I be fad when a hufoand I hae, 

Hid from hiaifelf, now by the dawn, 

Hey how, Johny lad, ye're no fae kind's ye fud 

hae been,- , . ii 215 

How lang have I a batchelor been, ii 218 

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It was in and about the Martinmas time, 
It was on an evening fae faft and fae clear, 
I've fpent my time in rioting, 
JTa the garb of old -'Jaul, wi' the lire of old Rome 
I -weir'd, I weird, hard-hearted lord, 
I dream'd a dreary dream laft night, 
It fell and about the Lammas-time, 
I'll wager, I'll wager, I'll wager with you, 
I've feen the muling, 
I will awa' wi' my love, 
I had a heart, but now I heartlefs gae, 
In April when primrofes paint the fweet plain, 
I yield, dear laflie, ye have won, 
In a garden fae g£een, in a May morning, 
In ancient times, as fongs rehearfe, 
I thought it ance a lonefome life, 
In yonder town there wons a May, 
In Scotland there liv'd a humble beggar, 
In January laft, 
Jocky he came here to woo, 
Jocky fou, Jenny fain, 
I was ance a weel tocher'd lafs, 
Jocky met with Jenny fair, 
I hae a wee purfe, and a wee pickle gowd, 
In winter when the rain rain'd cauld, 



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fn Aud£ermuchty dwelt a man, 

I chanc'd to meet an airy blade, 

I've been courting at a lafs, 

I had a horfe, and I had nae mair, 

It fell about the Martinmas time, 

I rade to London yefterday, 

Til go to the green wood, 

It was on a Sunday, 

Jocky faid to Jenny, Jenny wilt thou clo't, 

John, come kifs me now, 

I wifli that ye were dead, goodman, 

I'll trip upon trenchers, I'll dance upon diihes, 

I hae lain three herring a fa't, 

I am a poor (illy an Id man, 

In funnier I mawed my meadows, 

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Keep ye weel frae Sir John Malcolm, 
Keen the country, bonny lafiie, 

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Lord Thomas and fair Annet, 
Lizie Wan fits at her father's bower-door^ 
Little wat ye wha's coming, 
Liv'd ance twa lovers in yon dale, 
Love's goddefs in a myrtle grove, 
Leave kindred and friends, fweet Betty, 
Look where my dear Kamilla fmiles, 
Love never more mall give me pain, 
Lizie Baillie's to Gartartane gane, 
Late in an evening forth I went, 
Lafiie, lend me your braw hemp-heckle 5 
Look up to Pentland's tow'ring tops, 
Logan water and Logan braes, 

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March, march, march, 
My (heep I negle£ted, I loft my fheep-hook, 
My Patie is a lover gay, 
My love was ance a bonny lad, 
My dear and only love, I pray, . 
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My dear and only love, take heed, 

My foger-laddie is over the fea, - 

My Peggy is a young thing, 

My love has built a bonny fhip and fet her on the Tea, ii 

My Jockie blyth, for what thou'it done, 

My daddy is a canker'd carl, 

Merry may the maid be, 

My fweeteft May, let love incline thee, 

My Jeanny and I have toil'd, 

My mither's ay glowran o'er me, 

My name is Argyle : you may think it ftrange, 

My daddy left me gear enough, 

My love was born in Aberdeen, 

My mither fent me to the well, 

My daddy he fteal'd the minifter's cow, 

My wife's a wanton wee thing, 

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Now fpring begins her finding round, 
No more my fong (hall be, ye fwains, 
Now 'Phoebus advances on high, 
Kow from rufticity and love, 
Nanfy's to the greejn-wood gane, 
Now wat ye wha I met yeftreen, 
Now the fun's gane out of fight, 

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O liflen, good people, to my tale, 
Of all the Scottifh northern chiefs, 
On July feventh, the futh to fay, 
O waly, waly up the bank, 
O wha will moe my bonny feet, 
Oh, how could I venture to love ane like thee, 
O Beily Bell and Mary Grey, 
Once more I'll tune the vocal fhell, 
On Whitfunday morning, 
On Ettrick banks in a fummer's night, 
O come awa' come awa', 
O had awa', had awa', 
O Bell, thy looks hae kill'd my heart, 
: pne day I heard Mary fay^ 



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M&ry, thy graces and glances, 
O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn, 
O gin my love were yon red rofe, 
O my bonny, bonny May,. 
O faw ye Jonnie cummin, quo' fhe, 
O Jeany, jeany, where haft thou beeiij 
O mither dear, I 'gin to fear, 
O fteer her up and had her gawi.n, 
O wha's that at my chamber- door, 
O will you hae ta tartan piaid, 
O johny Johnfton was my "love, 
O leeze me on your curly pow, 
O iufbie May, with Flora queen, 
O faw ye my father, or faw ye my mother, 
G have I burnt, or have I flam, 
Old King Coul was a jolly old foul,. 
O lallle, art thou fleeping yet, 
Our gude man came hanje at e'en,.. 
O oear Peggy, love's beguiling, 
Our king he has a fecret to tcil,^ 
O ss I was kill yeftreeB, 
O this is my departing time,. 
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Peggy, now the king's come, 

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Return hameward, my heart, again, 
Rob's Jock came to. woo our jenny, 

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Sound, found the mufic found it, 
Stately ftept he eaft the wa', 
Saw ye the thane of meikle pride, 
She has called to her her bower-maidens, 
SheVprick'd herfel, and prin'd herfel, 
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 

Stern winter has left us, the trees are in bloom, 

Saw ye nae my Peggy, 

Speak on, fpeak thus, and 1K11 my grief, 

Sweet Annie frae the fea-beaeh came, 

Some fay killing's a fin, 

Saw ye Jenny Nettles, 

Sweet lir, for your courtefie, 

Somnolente qutefo repente, 

Symon Brodie had a cow, 

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There came a ghoft to Margaret's door, 
'Twos at the fearful midnight hour, 
There was three ladies in a ha% 
There's fome fay that we wan, 
The chevalier being void t>f fear^ 
The rain runs down thro? Merry-land town, 
There gowans are gay, my joy, 
The knight flands in the (table door, 
The iprmg-time returns, and clothes the green plains, 
The fmiling morn, the breathing fpring, 
The collier has a daughter, 
The lawland lads think they are fine, 
The lawland maids gang trig and fine-, 
Tuo' for feven years and mair honour mould reave me, 
' Tis not your beauty nor your wit, 
The laft time 1 came o'er the moor, 
Tell me, Hamilla, tell me why, 
The morn was fair faft was the air, 
'Twas fummer, and the day was fair, 
Tho' beauty, like the rofe, 
The lafs of Patie's mill, 
'Twas in that feafbn of the year, 
The filent night her fables wore, 
The bonny grey-eyed morn begins to peep, 
'Twas early in the morning, a morning of May, 
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There was a jolly beggar, and a begging he was 

bound, 
The carl he came o'er the craft, 
The pawkie auld carle came o'er the lee, 
The gypfies came to our good lord's gate, 
The maltman comes on Mananday, 
The meal was dear fhort fyne, 
>Tis I have feven braw new gowns, 
There was an auld wife had a wee pickle tow, 
Tarry woo, tarry woo, 
Tibby has a flore of charms, 
This is no mine ain houfe, 
There was ance a May, and fhe la'd na men, 
The widow can bake and the widow can brew, 
The yeilow-hair'd laddie fat down on yon brae, 
'Tis nae very lang fmfyne, 
There was a bonny wee ladie, 
There liv'd a wife in our gate-end, 
The plowman he's a bonny lad, 
The tailor came to clout the claife, 
The maid's gane to the mill by night, 
, There came a young man to. my daddy*s door, 
There was a fhepherd's fon, 
There's fouth of braw Jdckies and Jennies, 
The fhepherd's wife cries o'er the lee, 
There was a jolly miller once, 
The dorty will repent, 
The laird wha in riches and honour, 
J Twas at the mining mid -day hour, 
The mucking of Geordy's byre, 
The Wren fhe lyes in care's bed, 
Tibby Fowler o' the glen, 
There gaed a fair maiden out to walk r 
There's a farmer near hard by, 
There dwells a tod on yonder craig, 
The prettieft laird in a' the weft, 
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Willie's rare and Willie's fair, 

When F rennet caftie's ivied wall, 

Wha will bake nay bridal bread, 

Wert thou but mine ain thing, 

When flow'ry meadows deck the year, 

What numbers mall the mufe repeat, 

When furnmer comes the fwains on Tweed, 

When innocent paftime our pleafure did crown, 

When trees did bud, and fields were green, 

With tuneful pipe and hearty glee, 

Will ye go to the ew-bughts, Marion,. 

Whoe'er beholds my Helen's face, 

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow, 

When Jocky was bleft with your love and your 

truth, 
Whilft I alone your foul pofTeft, 
When Phoebus bright the azure ikies, 
While fome for pleafure pawn their health r 
What beauties does Flora difclofe, 
With broken words and downcafl eyes, 
When firit my dear laddie gaed to the green hill, 
Were I affured you'll conftant prove, 
Well, I agree, you're fure of me, 
When hope was quite funk in defpair, 
Wo worth the time and eke the place, 
When Meggy and me were acquaint, 
When I think on this warld's pelf, 
While fops in faft Italian verfe, 
When we come to London town, 
When I think on my lad, I figh and am fad, 
W T ha wadna be in love, 
Whan I have a faxpence under my -thumb, 
Where wad bonny Ann ly,. 
Willie was a wanton wag, 
Woo'd and married and a', 
We're gayly yet, and we're gayly yet,. 
When we went to the field of war, 
When the fheep are in the fauld, and the ky at hame, 



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When firfi: my dear Johny came to this town, ii 205 

When (he came ben (he bobbit, 
When I was a wee thing, 
Will ye go to the wood, quo' Fozie Mozie, 
Will ye ge to Flanders, my Mally — O, 
V\'hen I gaed to the mill my lane, 
Where will we get a wife to you, 
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Ye fylvan powers that rule the plain. 
Ye gales that gently wave the Tea, 
Ye. gods, was Strephon's picture bleft, 
Ye watchful guardians of the fair, 
Young Philander wooM me lang, 
You meaner beauties of the eight, 
¥e bly theft lads and laiTes gay, 



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